Elora’s POV"Thank you, Mrs. Ken," I muttered as I walked into the in.The stone floors of the Pack’s archive were colder than I remembered. The archive was circular in structure, its walls lined with stacked scrolls, aging tomes, and weird-looking cabinets. Each level was marked by carved runes worn from centuries of fingers pulling at it.At the heart of the room sat a singular obsidian desk. It was empty, save for a quill and a ledger used by the archivist. He barely glanced at me, murmuring a distracted “Sign in,” as I filled in my false reason for being here."Research on historical Pack artifacts—specifically enchantments used in border weaponry."It was vague, but she free#afe.No one questioned those who sought knowledge, so long as they didn’t look like they were chasing ghosts.I moved past the desk and deeper into the shelves, the temperature dipping as I descended a short spiral of stone steps leading to the second tier. It was a place reserved for things not forgotten—ju
Lloyd’s POVThe war room was cold—colder than usual.I was the first to arrive.The doors groaned as I pushed them open, and for a moment, I just stood there staring for a while. It was quiet, too quiet, even for this hour. I stepped inside, the heels of my boots echoing off the arched ceiling. The scent of old parchment and iron hung in the air. The circular war table stood at the center. There were papers already stacked neatly at the seat reserved for me.The reports had arrived earlier than I expected—good. I hated waiting, and today of all days, patience was a luxury I couldn’t afford.I broke the wax seals and began to read.The first scroll detailed another incident on the eastern border—a smuggling route disrupted by a rogue team. Two magical items had been recovered. The description matched that of the Ashen Pendant.Again.They had recovered a Second Sight pendant—its base crafted from Ashen material. The pendant had been extracted from a rogue den and was fused to a blood
Elora’s POV Morning had barely broken when a knock rattled the front door. I froze, still standing at the sink with a chipped mug in my hand. The sound came again—three short raps. Zeke didn’t move from the dining table. He just flicked his eyes toward the door and back to his cup, as if whoever it was had nothing to do with him. Which, in his mind, it probably didn’t. Not anymore anyway. I set the mug down and walked over, peeking through the curtain before unlocking the latch. A courier wolf stood on the doorstep, dressed in the silver-gray of the Alpha’s direct messengers. His posture was rigid and professional like he had been doing this all his life. His eyes never met mine. Instead, he held out a small, rectangular package—black velvet, sealed with a silver emblem. It was a crescent moon slashed with a claw—the Alpha's mark. My fingers tightened around the box as I nodded and murmured a thank-you, watching the courier retreat without a word. Back inside, Zeke s
Elora's POV I shook my head, still unsure of everything."You don't want to help us?" Lloyd asked, his tone calm. He didn't look pleased, but it wasn't like I cared. I mean, I'm grateful to him. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't have found out that Zeke was cheating on me. But still, he is a man just like the others. And after what I saw, I didn't think I would be trusting any man that easily.Except... it's on my terms."You're not saying anything," He asked, this time the calm in his voice was breaking."I want to," I said simply."Then say something. Are you helping us or not? And if no, then why?"I stared at him for a while, before reaching for the list. "What does this list mean? Why is my Dad's name here—and at the top? Did he commit some crime or something?"Lloyd didn't say anything. He just pulled the list gently away from me."You don't have to worry about that," He replied. "It doesn't concern you."I let out a light scoff. Then I stood up. "You're leaving?" He asked, n
Elora's POV I felt the color drain from my face as my eyes remained locked on the digits. "Do you know the owner of the number?" He asked. He seemed to have noticed the look on my face. "I... I'm," My voice trailed off as my mind went blank. I wasn't sure what was happening. All I knew was that I started walking, and before I knew what I was doing, I was in front of our home. I was about to go in when someone held my hand. "This is?" The old Beta asked. "My home," I muttered, turning to them. The Alpha frowned. He seemed to have understood what I was trying to say. "Do you need help? Maybe we can come with—" "No," I muttered, cutting him off. "I want to confirm it for myself." I tried to go in again, but the Alpha held my hand, his grip gentle against my skin. "Remember, we still don't know what we're dealing with. So if you see anything that seems off, just come out, tell us and we'll handle it together. Don't do anything irrational. Understood?" I barely heard what h
Elora's POV I stared at the pair in front of me, trying to decide if I should go with pink or red. After getting paid at a grocery store, I used the salary to pay off some of our debts, house bills, and some luxurious stuff Zeke had gotten for the house. I decided to use what was left to do some lingerie shopping. But from the figures on the price tag, I could only afford one. And I couldn't figure out which one to go for—red or pink. Red was my favorite color, but pink would definitely make me look a lot younger. I was about to feel the texture of both of them when one of the patrons at the store held my hand back. "If you're going to keep staring at them without wanting to buy, then I think you shouldn't touch them," He said, arms crossed and a frown etched into his features. "Oh, no. I think you got it all wrong. I want to buy it." He was stunned at first, then he crouched over, laughing. When he straightened, he wiped invincible tears from his face. "Yeah, right. Like