I waited until the pack settled into their afternoon routines before making my way to the old pack house ruins. The building had been condemned after the fire, left to decay as a reminder of that terrible night. Most pack members avoided it, claiming the place felt cursed.

Now I understood why.

*Show me everything,* I whispered to Luna as I stepped through the charred doorframe. *I need to see what really happened.*

Luna's presence strengthened, and suddenly the world shifted. The ruins faded, replaced by vivid memories I'd buried so deep I'd convinced myself they were nightmares.

I was twenty again, eager to prove myself worthy of being Thaddeus's mate. The new training equipment gleamed under the fluorescent lights, all sharp angles and humming energy. Mckenna had been so excited about the upgrade, promising it would revolutionize our combat training.

*Watch her face,* Luna urged, and I focused on Mckenna's expression as she operated the controls.

Panic. That's what I saw now, though I'd missed it then. When the machine began sparking, when the energy readings spiked beyond safe levels, Mckenna's face had gone white with terror. Not concern for my safety—fear of being caught.

I watched my younger self step into the training circle, trusting and naive. The energy hit me like a physical wall, and I saw Mckenna frantically pressing buttons, trying to shut it down. But instead of calling for help, she was destroying something—yanking cables from a monitoring device, crushing what looked like a data chip under her heel.

*She was covering her tracks even as you collapsed,* Luna snarled. *While your wolf was being ripped away from you, she was thinking about saving herself.*

The memory shifted. Hours later, I was in the pack hospital, barely conscious. Thaddeus burst through the door, his face a mask of concern that I'd found so touching at the time. But now I could see the calculation behind his eyes as he took in Mckenna's tear-streaked face, the destroyed equipment, the implications.

"We need to mark her," he'd whispered to Mckenna when he thought I was unconscious. "If she never gets her wolf back, if she starts asking questions... The mate bond will keep her loyal. Keep her quiet."

Mckenna had nodded, relief flooding her features. "And us?"

"We'll figure it out. But first, damage control."

The memory faded, leaving me gasping in the ruins. Five years. Five years of believing his mark meant love, when it had been nothing more than a muzzle.

*There's more,* Luna said grimly. *Follow me.*

That evening, I used Luna's enhanced stealth to shadow Thaddeus through the pack house. He moved with purpose toward his private office—the one I'd never been invited to enter. I slipped through the shadows, my newly awakened wolf making me silent as death.

The office door was slightly ajar, and what I saw through the crack made my heart stop.

Thaddeus had Mckenna pressed against his desk, her legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed her with a passion I'd never seen him show me. Her blouse was open, and I could see fresh bite marks along her collarbone—marks that were still healing, still tender.

"Soon," he murmured against her throat. "Once we handle the Juniper situation, we can make this official."

Mckenna's laugh was breathless, intoxicated. "Five years of waiting. I'm tired of hiding, Thaddeus. Tired of watching her play Luna when we both know I'm your real mate."

"I know, baby. But if her wolf really has awakened, we need to be careful. She might start sensing things."

"Then maybe it's time for an accident," Mckenna said, her voice turning cold. "The same kind that took her wolf the first time."

Thaddeus pulled back, studying her face. "You'd do that?"

"For us? For our future? I'd do anything."

I backed away from the door, my entire body shaking. Luna was practically vibrating with rage, her desire for vengeance so strong it took all my control to keep from shifting right there.

*We need evidence,* I told her. *If we're going to destroy them, we need proof.*

Two nights later, I waited until Mckenna left for her evening run before slipping into her quarters. Luna's enhanced senses guided me to a hidden panel behind her dresser, and inside I found a leather journal.

My hands trembled as I read entry after entry detailing her relationship with Thaddeus, their plans for the future, and most damning of all—her account of the training equipment incident.

*'The safety protocols were too restrictive. I bypassed them to impress T, but the power surge was stronger than expected. When J collapsed and her wolf went silent, I panicked. T says marking her will keep her compliant until we can figure out how to replace her permanently. She's always been weak—this just proves she was never worthy of being Luna. The equipment malfunction was unfortunate, but perhaps it was the Moon Goddess's way of clearing the path for T and me to be together. Some collateral damage is necessary for true love.'*

I photographed every page with shaking hands, Luna's fury feeding my own. They hadn't just stolen five years of my life—they'd planned to steal my future too.

*Now we plan,* Luna whispered, her voice deadly calm. *Now we make them pay.*

The pack dining hall buzzed with its usual evening energy as I took my seat at the head table beside Thaddeus. Luna remained coiled tight within me, her presence a secret weapon I kept carefully hidden. For three days now, I'd been pretending nothing had changed, playing the role of the devoted, wolfless Luna while gathering intelligence.

"Juniper seems distracted lately," Beta Harrison commented from across the table, his weathered face creased with concern. "Perhaps the stress of the upcoming alliance ceremony is affecting her."

Thaddeus's hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with a practiced ease that once made my heart flutter. Now it felt like shackles.

"She's been having trouble sleeping," he said, his voice carrying that familiar note of protective concern that had fooled me for so long. "Haven't you, darling?"

I felt the familiar tingle at the edge of my consciousness—the artificial warmth that I'd mistaken for our mate bond. But this time, Luna was ready.

*Block it,* she snarled, and suddenly I could feel the manipulation like oil on water, slick and unnatural as it tried to seep into my thoughts.

The sensation was nauseating. Thaddeus was attempting to flood my mind with artificial calm, to make me compliant and agreeable. How many times had he done this? How many of my thoughts had actually been my own?

*Play along,* Luna advised. *Let him think it's working.*

I forced my shoulders to relax, allowing a serene smile to spread across my face. "Much better now," I said softly, exactly the kind of response he'd programmed me to give. "Thank you for being so patient with me."

Satisfaction flickered in his dark eyes, and I wanted to claw them out.

Throughout dinner, I watched him work. Each time a topic arose that might concern me—pack finances, territorial disputes, personnel changes—I felt that oily intrusion trying to redirect my attention. When Gamma Dylan mentioned concerns about the old training equipment still stored in the eastern warehouse, Thaddeus's mental manipulation spiked, trying to make me lose interest in the conversation.

But Luna held firm, and for the first time in five years, I heard every word.

"That equipment should have been destroyed after the incident," Elder Margaret said, her silver hair catching the candlelight. "It's a liability."

"Mckenna's handling the disposal," Thaddeus replied smoothly. "She's been coordinating with several other packs who've expressed interest in studying the technology."

I felt his mental touch again, stronger this time, trying to make me think about something else entirely. The manipulation was so invasive, so violating, that Luna's rage nearly broke through my careful facade.

*Five years,* she whispered. *Five years of him controlling our thoughts, our reactions, our very sense of self.*

After dinner, I excused myself early, claiming fatigue. In the privacy of our bedroom, I pulled out the encrypted phone Marcus Stone had provided and typed a careful message:

*The mind-link manipulation is active and ongoing. He uses it to control my emotional responses and redirect my attention from sensitive topics. How many others?*

Marcus's reply came within minutes: *You're the third case I've documented this year. The technology comes from banned texts—ancient pack magic combined with modern neural manipulation. Your husband didn't develop this alone. There's a network.*

My blood ran cold. *A network?*

*Alphas sharing techniques, equipment, even covering for each other's crimes. Your pack isn't the only one where Lunas have mysteriously lost their wolves. I need more evidence before we can move. Can you access his private files?*

I stared at the message, Luna's determination strengthening my resolve. *Working on it.*

The next morning brought the monthly pack training session. I'd always been excluded from combat training since losing my wolf, relegated to administrative duties while the others honed their skills. But as I reviewed the schedule Mckenna had prepared, Luna's sharp eyes caught something I'd missed before.

*Look at the pattern,* she urged.

Every important pack meeting, every strategic planning session, every discussion about alliances or territorial matters—I'd been systematically scheduled away from all of them. Medical appointments that coincidentally ran long, Luna ceremonies I was deemed 'too fragile' to attend, charity events that required my immediate attention.

Mckenna had been isolating me from pack affairs for years, and I'd been too manipulated to notice.

I found her in the training yard, clipboard in hand as she directed the warriors through their exercises. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail, and she wore fitted athletic gear that showed off her toned figure. Several unmated males watched her with obvious interest, but her attention was focused entirely on the large tablet in her hands.

"Mckenna," I called out, approaching with what I hoped looked like casual curiosity. "I was reviewing this month's schedule and noticed I'm not listed for any of the strategy meetings."

She looked up, her green eyes flickering with something that might have been panic before smoothing into professional concern. "Oh, Luna, I thought you'd prefer to focus on the cultural events this month. The alliance ceremony preparations require so much attention to detail."

"I'd like to attend the territorial review meeting tomorrow," I pressed gently. "As Luna, I should be informed about our border security."

"Of course," she said, but her fingers were already flying across her tablet. "Though I should mention, Alpha King specifically requested that meeting be kept small. Just senior leadership. He was concerned about information security."

Luna's senses picked up the lie immediately—the slight elevation in Mckenna's heart rate, the tension in her shoulders, the way her scent shifted with deception.

*She's been gatekeeping your access to pack business for years,* Luna observed. *Making herself indispensable while making you irrelevant.*

I maintained my pleasant smile. "I understand. Perhaps you could provide me with the meeting minutes afterward?"

"Absolutely," Mckenna replied, but we both knew those minutes would never reach me.

As I walked away, I felt the weight of five years of systematic isolation pressing down on me. They hadn't just stolen my wolf and faked our mate bond—they'd erased me from my own pack, turning me into a decorative figurehead while Mckenna positioned herself as Thaddeus's true partner in all things.

But their carefully constructed prison was about to become their downfall. Luna and I were no longer the broken, compliant victim they'd created.

We were something far more dangerous: a Luna who finally knew the truth.