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I needed to understand the power that was growing inside me before it consumed me entirely. The path to the archives was hidden deep in the woods, far from the heart of the pack’s territory. It was a place rarely visited by anyone outside the elders, and for good reason. The archives held the secrets of the pack’s history, things that most didn’t want to know. But I wasn’t most people anymore. As I approached the entrance, my heart raced with a mix of fear and anticipation. The stone building was ancient, covered in ivy and moss, as if it had been forgotten by time. But it wasn’t forgotten. It was just avoided.

But I did. Later at night, the air is thick with rain, and the halls are nearly empty. I have been walking for hours, tracing old paths through the galleries of the pack’s stronghold. The ones most wolves have forgotten. My boots echo softly as I descend toward the archives, the place where records of every arrival, every healing, every death are kept. The archives smell like dust and memory. Old parchment. Faded ink. A history of blood and oaths. I run my fingers over the shelves until I find the records from the week Erina arrived. My pulse quickens when I see the entry:

Sharper. “Yes.” My heart kicked hard. “About the suppression?” He nodded. “Come with me.” The archive chamber sat deep beneath the fortress, far older than the upper halls. The air down there smelled like dust and time, heavy with the weight of stories no one wanted to remember. Torches lined the walls, their light flickering over shelves carved directly into the stone. Scrolls, books, tablets—records of births, deaths, pack wars, alliances. And secrets. Ronan led me to a narrow table already cleared of dust. A single ledger lay open.

They actually have good memories of him in this place. Just a few feet away, a small tucked away archive displayed his existence… just a single detached paragraph. Some eras of his life were documented in an almost obsessive detail–his daily routines, his correspondence and some of his triumphs. To me, it actually felt like they physically removed history to hide the darker truth.

"Nanna did show me, but hasn't gone in to a lot of detail yet, she said it would be easier when something arose to show me they computer system in there." "This would likely be the perfect time for that." Claire said. "We get taught about the Archives in a basic way, like we know it has the family tree, it also has every King and Queens diary of reign in there." "Every battle fought, every alliance made. every scroll that has ever been signed is in that room, along with things that no one knows about." Ingrid finished. I see Kari's eyes glaze over, we wait until they clear." "The Queen is on her way up to join us." She smiles.

Ace said. The guard gave me a look that told me that he had expected me to be back before he greeted Ace politely. Ace had led me to the company’s archives after telling me that there was something of his that he wanted to take back with him. After stepping into the archive, I had a pretty good feeling on what that something might be. “Are you here to take back your old works?” I asked with my best guess. “Some of them,” he replied casually. We walked along the rows of cabinets and shelves that stored the various documents and files in the archive until we reached the section that I had visited many times before. It felt like not so long ago when I was here looking through Ace’s past works i

Maya's POV The archive room was in the basement of Hargrove Meridian's oldest building. Not the modern archive.... the digital records that had been converted years ago and existed in searchable databases, accessible in seconds. This was the physical archive, the boxes that predated digitisation, the accumulated paper record of a company's earliest decades that no one had fully sorted because sorting had never been urgent enough to prioritise. I had been going through it for three days. A box was labelled with a date range from thirty years ago.

She looked entirely more businesslike and professional than she usually did during her visits. "Henderson asked me to bring these to you," Vivian said, placing the folder on the desk. "They're older portfolio reviews for the gala guest list. Apparently, someone wants the historical acquisition records updated." Eva opened the folder. Inside were contracts, company profiles, shipping records, and old financial documents that had clearly been sitting untouched for years. "These are ancient." "Exactly," Vivian said with a tired laugh. "I spent half the morning in the basement archives trying to find them. Some of these companies don't even exist anymore."

Lewis, the school librarian, smiles when she sees me. "Working on another history project?" I force a smile. "Something like that." "What are you looking for today?" "Old student newspapers." She points toward the computer section. "Everything is archived there now." "Thanks." I sit in front of one of the old computers and begin typing. The screen loads painfully slowly, making me tap my fingers against the desk while I wait. I search for articles about the night Jayden is attacked. Dozens of results appear, and spend almost an hour reading every headline, every interview, and every report.

After they left, I wanted to go straight to her, to demand the truth about that night, about him, to put my mind at ease. But she disappeared through the side door before I could move. I hesitated for a moment, then made my decision. If no one would tell me, I’d find out myself. I made my way to the archives, what we called the letter patch. A small stone room beneath the rectory where old correspondence, records, and reports were kept. It wasn’t visited often, except by those who knew where to look. The heavy door groaned as I pushed it open, dust clung to the air, thick with the scent of parchment and candle wax. Rows of wooden drawers lined the walls, labeled by decade.