Chapter 10
Xzen's POV
There are only a few reasons why my mother might call me into her study and all of them revolve around my duty to the pack. So as I push open the heavy wooden doors and step into my mother's study, my heart beats with anticipation. The low lighting envelops me, giving me the familiar feel of walking into a cave. Dark walls surround me, adorned with ancient tapestries that whisper secrets of our pack's history. The air is thick with the scent of old books and leather, a familiar smell that doesn't fail to bring me both comfort and unease.
My eyes adjust quickly to the darkness, and I take in the familiar sight of my mother's domain. Her massive wooden desk sits at the far end of the room, polished to a high shine from years of use. Behind it, the high-backed white chair looms like a throne, casting a long shadow across the floor.
Long shelves line the walls, packed tightly with dust-free books bound in worn leather. The flickering candles cast shadows on the walls
