Luna Reborn: I Refused My Fated Alpha
I sat on the floor with my back against it instead, low enough that anyone glancing through the door's gap wouldn't see more than shadow, and opened the ledger by the thin moonlight coming through the window, because I wasn't willing to risk a candle giving me away.
Most of it was exactly what it looked like, records of trade and pack obligations going back generations, names and dates In careful handwriting that had gotten shakier toward the more recent pages. I almost gave up twice, my eyes burning with the effort of reading in bad light, before I found the entry that made my hands go cold.
A single line, dated eleven years and three months ago, in handwriting that wasn't my father's.
"The