My eyes were burning from staring at Christian's laptop screen for six hours straight, but I couldn't stop scrolling through supernatural legal databases.
"Find anything useful?" Christian asked, setting a mug of coffee next to me along with a stack of ancient-looking books that smelled like dust and old leather.
"Your mom had quite the collection," I said, eyeing the titles. *Werewolf Law: A Historical Perspective*, *Mating Rights and Pack Hierarchy*, *The Evolution of Supernatural Jurisprudence*. Heavy reading for anyone, but apparently essential for understanding the legal nightmare I'd stumbled into.
"She was a lawyer before she mated my father," Christian explained, settling beside me on the couch. "Specialized in supernatural civil rights, actually."
I opened the first
