Page 88 of Moonlight & Mayhem

“That wasn't enough,” Moon spat.

“It was to her.” Moon shook, and Mayhem pressed his forehead to hers. “You didn't fail your mother.”

Her wolf whimpered. “She died.”

“Because someone murdered her,” he reminded. Moon closed her eyes. He was right; her mother had been murdered. Something inside Moon broke and then rebuilt itself differently. Her grief didn't disappear; it changed and became sharper and hotter—like rage.

Moon opened her eyes, and Mayhem seemed to see it. His wolf responded instantly. Kill. For once, Moon's wolf agreed. Morrigan stepped closer. “Moon⁠—”

“Who murdered my mother?”

Morrigan stopped. “I don't know.”

“Find out,” Moon shouted.

“I will,” the older woman promised.

“No.” Moon pulled away from Mayhem, and the night root darkened under his skin. She immediately took his hand again. She was not letting him go again—never again. “You're taking us to Black Hollow.”

Morrigan stared between them. “That's dangerous.”

Moon laughed. “You came to my clubhouse. Your wolves poisoned my mate. Someone tried to kill my VP. My mother was murdered, and now some ancient pack wants to use my blood to enslave wolves.” She stepped closer, and Morrigan was smart enough to back up. Moon noticed, and so did Tempest. Her Prez smiled as Moon continued. “Dangerous happened a while ago.”

Mayhem's wolf practically preened beside her. Morrigan stared at Moon. “You sound like Selene.”

“Good.” Moon looked toward Tempest. “We're going in.”

Tempest nodded. “Absolutely.” Howler checked his weapon and Mayhem smiled.

Chrome pulled Chris's jacket around his waist, and Chris stared at him. “What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she breathed.

“You're staring at me,” he said.

“I'm trying to decide if I want my jacket back,” she said.

“You don't,” he insisted.

“No. I really don't,” she said, making a face at him. “But we’re going to need to find you some pants.”

Mayhem laughed, and Moon looked at him. His face was pale again. Damn it. She stepped closer. “Stay with me.”

His expression softened. “Always.”

Morrigan turned toward the forest. “The road isn't safe.”

Chris stepped forward. “I know another way.”

Morrigan looked at her, and Moon saw her surprise again. “You shouldn't.”

Chris crossed her arms. “Yet here we are.”

“Who showed you?” Morrigan asked.

“No one. I had dreams,” she said.

Morrigan went very still, and then her gaze moved to Chrome. “No.”