“Alaric Moongrove,” he said, and both Darian and I sat forward, alert.
“Alaric Moongrove is dead,” Denis continued. “His tombstone is located in Darkwood Lane Cemetery in Goldenpeak. But he had a son—Tom R.L. Moongrove. About Luna Martha’s age. According to records, Tom fell on hard times and moved out of Goldenpeak decades ago.”
He paused, letting it sink in.
“The investigators found fragments of his life—details that do match Martha’s timeline… except for one critical difference. Tom was said to be gentle. Deeply in love with his mate. She died carrying their child, and the loss broke him. He disappeared after that. That was over twenty-four years ago.”
I frowned. That didn’t align with Martha’s version at all.
“You’re sure there’s no other Alaric Moongrove in Goldenpeak?” Darian as
