The Lost Heir
I will keep this one.
Your Vargr
Alec closed the journal. Nix was looking at her hands in her lap. Dylan beside her had gone very still, his jaw set, his eyes fixed on the middle distance, working through something he hadn't finished yet.
Maya broke the silence first. "He's been dying for a hundred and fifty years."
"And looking for a cure for all of it," Cedric said.
"A breeding program," Fallen said. Not a question.
"It started here," Alec said. "In the ruins of the monastery. With the women who survived." He paused. "It's been running ever since."