We turned Crescent Hollow one whispered conversation at a time.
Mella woke the servants, quiet-like, and I talked. Not a speech I'd learned enough about this pack to know a speech from Ironfang black would ring false. I just told the truth, plainly, the way you tell it to people who've been lied to so long they've forgotten its shape. The true heir was real; the stones had glowed for him. Damien's father had burned the old Alpha and his mate to steal the throne. The true line hadn't come to slaughter the pack it had come to take back what was stolen, and it needed the pack's help to do it without a single innocent dying on the walls.
And then Cain stepped out of the shadow of the passage, and let them see his face.
That was the thing no lie of Damien's could survive. The servants of Cre
