Kaelira’s POV
The archive room smelled like dust, old paper, and secrets that should have stayed buried.
I sat across from the Lycan at the long stone table near the center of the underground chamber while scattered records covered nearly every surface between us.
Some faded beyond recognition. Others looked newer.
That part bothered me most. Because it meant somebody had been down here long before us.
And recently.
I leaned back slightly, rubbing my fingers against my temple before reaching for another document.
“Read that one again,” I said.
The Lycan barely looked up. “You memorized it already.”
“I want to hear it again.”
His eyes lifted briefly toward mine before he unfolded the paper slowly.
“Movement between allied territories approved under Magnus Ironfang authority,” he
