My Step-Brothers’ Forbidden Addiction
Mom and I started browsing together, pulling volumes down to examine them.
“Look at this one,” Mom said, holding up a journal dated 1847. “It’s from a Beta named Marcus Thornwood. His entries detail pack alliances and conflict resolution strategies.”
I took it from her and carefully turned the aged pages. The handwriting was elegant and precise, each entry dated and detailed. Ryker would love this.
“It’s perfect,” I said, and meant it.
Mom beamed. “Let’s ask Edward about the provenance and—”
“Vivienne? Is that you?”