LOGINPOV: Lucian (First Person)Thorne left first then followed Elara. The door opened and the room emptied. The documents stayed on the desk exactly where they were, spread out like evidence at a trial that had already delivered its verdict in the wrong direction.Nyx stood and was about to leave. "And who said you could leave."She turned slowly. She did not look startled. She looked at me with the careful attention of someone deciding whether the question was worth answering."Yes?" she said. Soft and waiting.I looked at her standing in the middle of my study with the afternoon light behind her and seven years of my certainty collapsed on the desk between us. I did not have a single word that was adequate for what I was sitting inside.I said, "Sit down."Surpringly she sat without questioning.I did not speak for a long time.I looked at the documents and realised I had built seven years on a lie.Not a careless lie or an obvious one. A constructed, deliberate, well funded lie, ass
POV: Nyx (First Person)Thorne's note had urgency in it. *I need you to meet me in the study*I already knew what some of it was going to be. Elara had come to my room two days ago to tell me about my real family and I had spent two days carrying that knowledge with nowhere to put it. Now I think whatever Thorne had to say is related to that. They were already there when I walked in.Elara was by the window, Thorne was beside the desk with a stack of documents and the stillness of a man who had ordered this hour in his head already and was ready to execute it, and Lucian was standing behind the desk. Nobody spoke when I came in.I sat across from Lucian and I waited.Thorne said, "I am going to put some things on this desk and I need everyone to let me finish before they speak."He looked at Lucian and Lucian nodded once.Thorne placed the first document down."A healer named Mira Voss," he said. "She left her healer's inn after Lysandra's death and retired to a border village. She
POV: Thorne (Limited 3rd Person)Thorne laid the healer’s packet beside the Noven bloodline documents Elara had found, aligning the edges with deliberate precision.The desk in the corner of the archives was too small for the weight of what they were building on it.Pages overlapped, Ink bled into ink, two separate histories that were written years apart now pressed together like opposing blades.He didn't speak nor did Elara.She sat opposite him, close enough that he could feel the quiet steadiness of her presence, but not close enough to distract.They had fallen into a rhythm without meaning to, one where silence wasn’t empty, but shared.It was efficient and focused.It was a brand of intimacy Thorne hadn't realized existed, where two people could think in the same space without crowding each other.Thorne’s eyes moved across the healer’s notes again.The note said she was female, approximately fifteen to sixteen years of age and she had undergone severe serum exposure. She was f
Nyx’s povI had not slept.I had laid on top of the covers until the grey pre-dawn light came through the window. I stood in the doorway of my room, my hair still a mess from a night of restless, half remembered dreams. The morning light was weak, filtering through the hallway windows in gray streaks, but it was enough to see the expression on her face I had only just washed my face when I heard a knock. I opened the door and I saw her. My ‘sister in-law’"Elara?"“Good morning.”She wasn't smiling.She wasn't wearing her usual mask of polite pack diplomacy.She looked like she had seen a ghost, or perhaps, like she was about to turn me into one."I really do know why people like saying my name instead of just simply greeting but that’s fine. I have something you must see."She was a talkative. I knew that for sure. She didn't wait for an invitation. She pushed past me into the room, her silk dress rustling against the doorframe.I closed the door slowly, I was stunned by her sudd
POV: Elara (Limited Third Person)"Ah ha." Elara said it out loud to the empty reading room. She had been staring at the same document for forty minutes when it clicked.Then she grabbed the papers and moved as fast as her dress would allow.She found him in the garden but as she saw him she stopped.Just for a moment. Just long enough for her wolf to do the thing it had apparently decided to do every single time she got within a certain distance of this man, settle, pull, go warm, quiet and longing all at once. It was deeply inconvenient. The wind in his hair, face turned slightly toward the light, hands folded on chest and completely unbothered. Like the world had been running on schedule all day and he saw no reason to believe otherwise. Elara had known Thorne for years and she still could not decide whether that particular quality was admirable or infuriating. Usually both at the same time.She was holding the most important documents she had found in three weeks. She needed her
POV: Nyx (First Person)I was in the library before the sun came up.Not because I thought I would find something. More because sitting in my room staring at the ceiling had stopped being an option somewhere around three in the morning and moving felt better than staying still with everything I was carrying.I pulled every file that cross referenced Lysandra's name.There were not many. A death record, formal and brief. A pack announcement, two paragraphs, the kind of language that said everything had been handled and nothing needed to be examined. Two lines in a council communication that referenced the incident without describing it. No details. No account of what actually happened or where or how.I sat with the thin stack in front of me and understood something that had nothing to do with what was on the pages.You did not scrub a record this clean by accident.Someone had decided that Lysandra's death should not be examinable.I put the files down.Frustration sat in my chest lik







