Fifty Two.

Xander

“What are you talking about? There is no way that Red Moon belongs to Blue.”

His green eyes scan my face. “Considering you are from Black Moon, you don’t know a lot, do you?”

“Red Moon is for the wolves that want to live as wolves.”

“And they haven’t been seen there in a long time, right?”

He wasn’t wrong. As soon as you got to the edge of our pack land, they would appear, reminding us that we were about to stray from our territory. But I hadn’t seen them in years. I don’t think any of my pack had. But as a precaution, we stayed away anyway.

“How do you know?”

“The other’s abandoned the pack when the Alpha fell. They knew he had a child, but they didn’t know where or who the child was. All they knew is that the child was taken as a baby.”

I look to my brother, but he was frowning.

“And that’s why you think it’s Blue?” I mutter

“I don’t think. I know!”

“She has a birth….”

“Mark on her left shoulder blade.” Jaxon mutters. “The shape of the crescent moon.”

I stare at my brother,