POV: Silas
I stared at the computer screen, my jaw tight. The cursor blinked on an empty search result. Again.
"Anything?" Caspian asked from across the office.
"Nothing." I leaned back in my chair, frustration coiling in my gut. "Iris Monroe doesn't exist before twenty-four years ago."
"What do you mean, doesn't exist?" Orion looked up from his own laptop.
"I mean exactly that." I pulled up the file on the main screen so they could all see. "No birth certificate. No school records. No employment history. No driver's license. No social security records before she was twenty-four. It's like she appeared out of thin air the year Lyra was born."
Rowan whistled low. "That's not normal."
"No s**t," I muttered, scrolling through the blank pages. We'd used every resource the pack had—priva
