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This was no accident. It was a carefully thought-out, complex design, a secret riddle just waiting to be solved. She took a small, rolled-up piece of parchment—no bigger than a grain of rice—from inside the small compartment. Its surface was a pale, creamy yellow, and it was extremely fragile, brittle with age. She unrolled it carefully, her fingers shaking, afraid to tear the fragile paper. The weight of the impending revelation seemed to make the air in the alcove thicker. Violet leaned closer, her eyes straining to pick up the smallest details as the parchment slowly unfolded, revealing its contents in the faint moonlight.

she says, her voice lowering slightly, “is the last record I have.” My pulse quickens. “The most important one.” I step closer despite myself. “What is it?” Her gaze lifts to meet mine. “The truth you’ve been circling since the moment you were born.” A chill slides down my spine. “Unroll it,” I say. She studies me for a moment, measuring perhaps, whether I’m ready. I’m not but that doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing does except the truth. Slowly, she unrolls the scroll. The parchment crackles softly as it opens, revealing lines of ink that have somehow survived time, war, and silence.

She whispered, pulling away, her eyes flickering down to my neck, then to my chest, where the first button was undone, giving her a peek of the bandages, reflecting whatever mess was hidden underneath. Her jaw tightened and her eyes fired up more, planning his murder in her head. "I am fine," I said, trying to calm her down and her eyes met mine, furiously shaking her head, "No, you are not," She said, so sure, "I know him, I know what he does and how he does it." Fire licked the wildness in her eyes, and I rested my hand over her arm, shaking her back to me, "I will rip his heart out, I promise," She grated out, clenching her teeth, "He is crossing so many lines, I can't take it anymore!"

I look up at the ceiling and take a breath. Fuck it! I pull the bundle towards me and begin to unwrap it. Where do I start? “How about we start with one of journals? Or maybe a scroll? Oh, I know we can ip dip for it.” I shake my head in disbelief at what she has just suggested. Ip dip. I chuckle as I reach for the journal on the top of the pile. Running my fingers over it gently, it opens on its own and I drop it from my hands up. What the hell? I watch as the pages turn rapidly, then stop.

Her eyelids shut tightly, bracing herself for the impact, but it never came. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes to see that she hadn't fallen off. She was suspending upside down, with Matthew's strong arms holding her waist tightly, preventing her from plummeting to the earth. Looking up, she was appalled to see her nightgown had bunched up around her hips, exposing everything underneath to his eyes.

“Hopefully with fewer monsters.” Adrian slid the envelope closer, the edge scraping against the wood. “Whenever you’re ready.” Her breath came shallow. Her fingers brushed the envelope’s corner, and she flinched as though it might burn. Slowly, deliberately, she drew it toward her. The paper whispered against the table. She turned it over once, twice, then hooked a finger under the flap. The sound of tearing paper was deafening in her ears. Inside was a single sheet. She unfolded it with trembling hands, her eyes scanning the first lines.

My hands were steadier than I expected, but my chest was tight as I held them out to her. Her eyes widened instantly. She didn’t even reach for the papers at first; she just stared at them like she was afraid touching them would make them disappear. “Is it… all mine?” “It is,” I said softly. She looked back at the documents, then up at me again. Her expression shifted so slowly that I felt every second of it—shock, disbelief, emotion, something close to awe. Then she whispered, “Come here.” I stepped closer without hesitation.

The anger only eased when I saw her—unharmed, though far from where she belonged. She was coming with me. There was no question, no choice in the matter. I would not leave these grounds without her at my side, whether she accepted it yet or not. Something told me she wouldn’t yield easily, and that defiance… Moon help me, it stirred something primal in me. Little she-wolves rarely showed me anger; most trembled when I entered a room. But she was different. Fierce. Unbroken. Every snarl, every flash of her eyes felt like a challenge I was born to meet.

She didn't know how to begin, so she reached for the report in his hand instead. "You'll understand once you read this," she explained, nervously tearing the sealed docket as her heart pounded. Caden took it from her and read through it carefully, making sure not to miss a single detail. The air in the bedroom seemed to grow still at that moment, and the moonlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the anxiety on Aurora's face. Meanwhile, his expression grew increasingly dark as he frowned deeply, and he focused intently on a particular section of the report.

The faintest crinkle beneath the threads. Her breath hitched. Without hesitation, she snatched at the edge of the fabric, tugging just enough for a tiny fold of parchment to slip free. It was small, creased, no bigger than her palm, its edges soft from where it had been hidden. She unfolded it quickly, almost tearing it in her haste. Her eyes raced across the slanted handwriting, devouring each word. And then her heart clenched tight, before bursting open with fierce, dizzying relief. A soft, breathless laugh escaped her lips.