Luna's Awakening
We were surrounded by rows and rows of old books and scrolls, and the air smelled like old paper.
“Where do we even begin?” I wondered out loud, feeling a bit lost because there was so much to look through.
Xander took a big, leather-covered book from a shelf close by. “Let's begin with the chronicles of past alphas. If Ryder Storm was once as powerful as he claims, there might be some mention of him here.”
We spent hours looking at old records, our eyes getting tired in the not-so-bright light. Just when I was going to say we should rest for a while, I noticed something. A brick that wasn't in place in the wall behind one of the bookshelves.