I need you to read this," she said. "Somewhere private. Rhys should be there too."
We gathered in the same small study where I'd told Rhys the truth a week earlier, and Petra laid the journal on the table between us with the kind of care usually reserved for something fragile enough to break under too much handling.
"This belonged to my grandmother," she said. "She served as this pack's spirit-keeper, back before the role fell out of practice. Most of what's in here is ordinary record-keeping, births and deaths and the small ritual packs used to observe more carefully than we do now. But there's a section, near the back, about rebirths granted by the Moon Goddess.
I remembered it existed. I didn't remember exactly what it said until I went looking."
I opened the journal carefully, the
