Trinity’s POV
The royal library was a world of its own—tall, arched ceilings cloaked in silent shadows, the faint scent of aged parchment and polished mahogany drifting through the air like a comforting embrace.
It was much colder here than in my room, and yet I felt oddly more alive. Surrounded by books with titles like Mystics of the Moon, The Forgotten Bloodlines, and Lunar Heritage: Gifts from the Goddess. Honestly it didn't feel like I was still trapped in a palace, rather in a world of paradise.
Liam and I had spent the better part of the morning flipping through pages, piecing together fragments of ancient knowledge in a desperate attempt to understand what was happening to me. According to what Liam had told me, I killed a bunch of wolves with just a flick of my wrist.
How was
