Dax's POV
I found her asleep again by the time I left for the archive, Odessa's careful herbs finally settling the tremor. Thessaly's news was left behind, and I made myself walk away from her bedside instead of sitting with her the rest of the night, because sitting there won't get either of us any closer to an answer.
The Hollow's archive sits below the packhouse proper, a low stone room lined with shelves that predate my own grandfather's time as Alpha, records kept less for ceremony than out of the same stubborn instinct that's kept this pack alive for three generations; never trust memory alone with something that matters.
I went in expecting to search for hours and find nothing. I've combed through these shelves before, for other reasons, and the older sections have never given u
