Jaden
I read through the first journal, careful not to tear any of the pages. There wasn’t much to find to begin with, as there was nothing about the moonstone pack or Claxton. Night had come, and the fire crackled in the lounge as they sat on the floor, tearing through the pages. The smell of smoke wafted through the air, mingling with the musty scent of old books. We tore through the journal’s contents like wild animals ripping apart their prey, desperate for any scrap of knowledge that could aid us in our mission.
A deep, exasperated groan escaped Stacey’s lips as she tossed my jacket off her shoulders in frustration. She impatiently pulled at the tie holding her hair back, letting it cascade down her shoulders and reach her waist. “Why does your father feel the need to meticulously document every time our neighbours borrow sugar, yet the information on other packs is scattered across pages and multiple books?” she complained. “I have to read everything at least 20 times just to fin
