CORALINA'S POV The morning air in the Alpha’s study is cool and smells of old leather, parchment, and the lingering, sharp scent of Clyde’s sandalwood. I haven't slept more than four hours, my mind still buzzing with the lines of code I laid into the Aegis-Locate honeypot, but I cannot remain in that shared bed once the sun is up. The indentation Clyde leaves in the mattress feels like a question I’m not ready to answer.Instead, I have retreated here. I am surrounded by floor-to-ceiling shelves of the Nightshade Archives, my fingers tracing the spines of heavy, cloth-bound ledgers. If I am to be the Luna of this pack—even if it is a calculated role—I need to understand the bedrock I’m standing on.“The histories of the Far South are not easily digested on an empty stomach, Luna.”I jump, nearly dropping a thick volume on the Treaties of the Frost Era. Mr. Henderson, the head butler, stands in the doorway. Unlike Thomas, who is all sharp edges and clinical efficiency, Henderson is a
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