The Lost Pack
“But time has a way of reminding people what really matters.”
He nods, gathering his things. “Let’s hope so. For now, try not to blow up my lab while I’m gone.”
“No promises,” I say dryly, and his laughter follows him out the door.
I move to the other desk, where my laptop is already open. A series of digital images fill the screen, scans sent by one of Josh’s archivists from his pack’s private library. The Book of First Light. The oldest surviving text on celestial beings. I can’t believe I’m even considering this as a possibility, but I’m out of ideas at this point.
Hot Chapters