My eyes focused on the locked door. Of course. How stupid I must be! A lot of my pack’s history seems to have been scrubbed, but would the Council really want it gone or just forgotten? The hatred and fear just the thought of my pack inspired, of course, they wouldn’t want it easily accessible?
“But how would I even get in there?” I asked, more to myself than him.
“Things aren’t always what they seem. There is always a hint of truth in every lie,” he said musingly, then laughed as if at a joke only he knew. “It never hurts to ask.”
I turned to look at the old man again. He was wearing the seal of the Council on his right collar– a diamond. He looked ancient, but I could feel his dominant aura.
“You’re on the Council,” I said in a dark tone. “Why are you helping me? Do you know who I am
