Arthur’s POV
I didn’t wait.
The book was clutched in my hand as I left the office, nearly tearing the door off its hinges in my rush to get to her.
I could barely breathe.
My boots hit the stone with purpose, each step louder than the last as I moved through the halls. I didn’t stop for anyone. Didn’t look back.
I needed to see her. Now.
When I reached the door, I pushed it open, hard enough that it slammed against the wall.
Liz stood up from the bed, startled. Her eyes met mine instantly, wide and unsure.
“I found something,” I said, voice rough with everything I was holding back.
I crossed the room, not trying to hide my excitement. “This isn’t a maybe,” I said, stopping just in front of her. “It’s not another dead end.”
I held the book up, opening to the worn page, the faded ink still clear enough to read. “There’s a story. A wolf… a warrior. He died, and his mate wouldn’t let him go. She waited for the full moon, and when the light touched his skin… something happened.”
Liz’s li
