Novel & Cerita Older Eren

Especially not when they found out who Aaro really was. Aeryn Omari. The girl who was killed all these years ago and started the war. That must mean Aaro's sister, Ero, was Elora. It was all over the news back then. I remembered that day well; it was another reminder of how the packs in this alliance didn’t care about women. They would kill little girls just to stop a woman from becoming an alpha one day. The rest might not have helped, but they didn’t condemn Alpha Braxton for his crimes either.

Footsteps came up to my back. Eryn. I didn't turn immediately. "I figured that you'd still be working," I said. “Yes, I am,” she answered. "That's why I'm here.” Sounds like Eryn. I turned to look at her. She was carrying a pile of more ancient records. Not those from Aldren. Older than that. Much older. She came with me to the railing and gazed out over the mountain. For a while, we didn't say a word to each other.

“I need your help in tracking the fragments of the holy Nromais.” “I’m sorry but I think you have mistaken me for radar or some sort of metal detecting machine.” She was about to go back inside her shop when the man stopped him, “Marga, the Queen Aera herself sent for you.” His words stopped her. Looking back, she asked, “Princess Aera is the Queen now?” “Affirmative. About a hundred year ago.” “What about Queen Sliofe?” “She withered.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” It looks like things at Lenriad changed a lot since she went away.