The Shadow Pack’s compound buzzed with morning activity, warriors sparring in the fields as Serena slipped away from training, her curiosity drawn to their archives. Tara, the braided warrior who’d sparred with her, had mentioned a library of old records, hinting at “secrets even Blood Moon doesn’t know.” With Gary, Jack, and Mia occupied in a strategy session with Austin, Serena saw her chance to dig deeper. The pendant’s runes, glowing faintly, seemed to nudge her toward answers about her fire witch heritage—and the cloaked figure’s pursuit.
The archive was a cozy room tucked beneath the main hall, its shelves crammed with dusty scrolls and leather-bound tomes. The air smelled of parchment and cedar, and Serena’s fire stirred, sensing the weight of history. She scanned the shelves, her
