No one suspected anything at first.
The city walls were high.
The castle was busy.
Life settled into a rhythm that almost felt normal.
Reign, Luca, and Ash had school, training, and duties. They had friends. They had cars.
Reign drove something sleek, black, and responsible—like he had a board meeting at seventeen.
Luca had a silver muscle car that was far too loud and definitely illegal.
Ash drove a beat-up truck with good bones and a bad muffler, because he liked hearing it cough when he revved it.
For a while, it was good.
They laughed. They sparred. They outran guards, snuck onto walls, flirted with girls from neighboring packs. They were wolves—but brothers first.
Then something changed.
Reign and Luca began disappearing together.
Whispering.
Late-night meetings.
Shared
