The underground archive under Silver Crest hadn’t seen daylight in generations. It wasn’t the records themselves the elders feared—they were afraid of what lay hidden inside them.
Tonight, those stone doors groaned open at last. Torchlight flickered across the threshold, cold air spilling up from below. Dust danced in the shadows as Elder Marcus shuffled down the narrow stairs, lantern shaking in his grip.
Kael, Liana, Jared, and the rogue woman claiming to be Liana’s mother followed behind him.
Everything felt heavy. Ancient. Like the walls themselves remembered things the rest of the world tried to forget.
Liana hugged herself tighter as they descended. Ever since her power flared awake last night, nothing felt right. Wolves acted strange around her now—some bowed their heads, others
