Page 82 of Moonlight & Mayhem

She looked toward the forest to where the wolves remained watching and waiting. “Not here.”

Mayhem laughed. “That's not suspicious at all.”

“You can remain on this road if you prefer,” Morrigan said. “But you'll be dead before sunrise.”

“Shit,” Mayhem growled. Moon squeezed his hand.

Morrigan looked at her. “Black Hollow isn't what your mother told you.” The older woman had no idea that her mother hadn’t told her anything about this place. Maybe she could use that to her advantage.

“You don't know what she told me,” Moon said.

“I knew Selene,” Morrigan said.

“So you keep saying,” Moon hissed.

“I loved her,” Morrigan insisted. Moon stopped breathing. Mayhem went completely still beside her.

“You expect me to believe that?” Moon asked. “She left here for a reason.” Morrigan's expression changed, and for the first time, Moon saw something beneath the cold exterior—grief.

“She was my sister.” The forest disappeared around them as Morrigan said the words again. “She was my sister.”

“No, that can’t be,” Moon breathed.

Morrigan nodded. “Moonlight⁠—”

“Don't call me that,” Moon spat.

Morrigan stopped, and Moon's heart slammed against her ribs. “My mother didn't have a sister.”

“She did,” the older woman insisted.

“She would have told me,” Moon said.

“Would she have?” The question hurt more than Moon wanted to admit, because her mother hadn't told her where she'd been born. She hadn't told her about Black Hollow. She hadn't told her what Silver Blood meant. And she hadn't told her about the Hollow Pack. Apparently, Selene Vale had kept a lot of secrets.

Moon's wolf paced inside of her. Mayhem's thumb moved across her knuckles, and she held tighter. “Prove it,” Mayhem said.

Morrigan reached slowly into her coat, and every weapon around them lifted. Chris aimed at Morrigan's head. “Slowly,” Chris spat.

Morrigan glanced at her. “You must be Christmas.”

Chris's expression changed. “How do you know my name?”

Morrigan smiled faintly. “The road has been calling you.”

Chrome growled beside her—actually growled. Chris put a hand against his shoulder. “Easy.”

Morrigan looked between them, and something passed over her face—recognition and then surprise. “Oh.”

Chris frowned. “Oh, what?”

“Nothing,” Morrigan said.

“I hate when people say that,” Chris said.

“So do I,” Moon muttered.

Mayhem leaned closer. “You do it constantly.”