Fake Vow, True Luna
I had to make things right, not just for Olivia and the twins, but for everyone.
Picking up the phone, I dialed Layla’s number, hoping she’d have a solution for one of our most significant losses—the library. Layla’s pack had a long history of maintaining the largest collection of books and scrolls in the region, and I hoped she could lend her expertise.
After a few rings, Layla’s familiar voice greeted me. “Nathan? To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Layla,” I began, my voice strained with weariness. “We need your help. The library’s gone—destroyed in the last attack. We’ve lost countless records, books, and ancient texts.”
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