"The Dark Hour?" Liam's brow furrowed. "What's that?"
Levi looked equally confused, but something about the name tickled my memory. I'd heard it before, but where?
"Wait," I said slowly. "That's what Luna Evelyn mentioned when she was talking about my parents."
Lucas nodded, his expression grim. "I overheard your conversation with Mother that day. I've been researching it ever since."
"How come you never mentioned it?" Levi asked, looking slightly betrayed.
"I wanted to gather more information first," Lucas explained. "It wasn't easy. The Dark Hour operates in shadows, deliberately keeping a low profile."
I shifted to sit up straighter. "What exactly is it?"
"On the surface, it's an illegal fighting ring where people bet on werewolf matches," Lucas said. "But it's much more than that. It's a nexus for all kinds of underground activities—trafficking, black market trading, information brokering."
A chill ran down my spine. "And my parents were involved with them?"
