POV: Lucian
Lyra leads Lucian deeper into the moon-library, past rows of ancient texts to a chamber he didn't notice before. A curtain of heavy black cloth hangs across the entrance. Lyra pulls it aside, revealing a small room lit by a single oil lamp.
An old wolf sits at a desk, hunched over parchment. His fur has gone completely gray, almost white. Scars cover his gnarled hands. When the lamp light catches his face, Lucian sees milky eyes that stare at nothing.
Blind.
"Keeper Thane," Lyra says softly. "The boy has questions."
The old wolf's head lifts. Those sightless eyes turn toward Lucian as if they can still see. "The heir found the records."
It's not a question. Thane's voice rasps like wind through dead leaves.
"How did you know?" Lucian asks.
"I've been waiting." Thane ges
