In the silvery waterfall of moonlight, Jonathan Aztec, my second in command, holding rank as Beta of the Northridge pack, was something to behold. His powerful shoulders seemed to carry the waning gibbous, and the shadows that devoured the vast grounds of Battleridge manor granted him a wide berth.
He was a superior specimen. He was a male worthy of the ranking he'd been bestowed. But like all creatures, he wasn't born perfect, and his character flaw was a fault that bled out into the night like a severed artery: Concern.
It charged the air between us, a thick blanket that settled against the lungs like a boa-constrictor's loving embrace.
"What did you find?" I asked. The perverse silence that had entombed the dilapidated courtyard, screaming so loud it rang through my ears like a twisted lullaby, was shattered upon his approach. His boots smacked against the waterlogged ground, echoing in a way that spoke of his failures before he'd even opened his mouth. 
"Nothing,"
.......
"Until I can figure out what's going on, nobody finds out about the boy. Understand?"
"Understood."
"You're not going to ..." The pause that followed dragged out. "He's just a baby, Sterling."
"You're dismissed."

The Littlest Light

Jonathan didn't see it, but I did. My pack stood stronger than it had ever been with the outside help, but we were also at our most vulnerable. Our land was left open, and Asher knew that. He had already made it known that he was working with other packs, trying to recruit, and slipping the right ones that kind of information would have been some nice little brownie points for him. Not to mention he knew pack secrets.

He could exchange some of those for safety among other packs.

But that wasn't what bothered me. It was that, according to Joseph Powel, and a few others, he had claimed that 'The Tenebris' was coming for Lumen and Ember. That he had used it as a fear tactic to try and get members of the pack to desert.

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