POV: Lucian
The moon-library sits beneath the citadel, carved into living rock. Lucian discovered it three days ago while exploring passages his mother doesn't know he's found. Torches burn in iron sconces, casting dancing shadows across rows of ancient scrolls and crumbling books.
Lucian runs his fingers along the spines, reading titles in languages he barely understands. Some are wolf-tongue, the old dialect. Others look even older, symbols that hurt to look at too long.
His arm still tingles where the golden frost appeared. Ronan examined it for hours, then told Lucian to rest. Said nothing about what it meant. But Lucian saw the concern in those golden eyes.
So Lucian searches for answers himself.
He pulls a scroll from a high shelf, nearly dropping it when dust billows out. The p
