RAVEN POV
Friday afternoon, I was in the pack archive.
It’s a small building near the edge of town, easy to miss if you don’t know it’s there. Inside, though, it feels like stepping into the past. Old photographs line the walls. Framed treaties. Glass cases filled with ceremonial objects and handwritten journals.
Two hundred years of history in one quiet room.
I was photographing a collection of traditional bonding necklaces when I heard the door open behind me.
“I didn’t expect to find you here.”
Colton.
I turned slowly. He stood in the doorway, sunlight outlining his broad shoulders. He looked tired. Not physically, exactly. Just… weighed down.
“Margaret gave me access." I said, lowering my camera. “I figured showing history might strengthen the campaign. Make people understand t
