Liora
The library was the only place I could think of to start my next search. If Mia’s class couldn’t be my lead, maybe some old legends could.
It’s not like I could piss off the Moon Goddess anymore by nosing through her stories.
By midday, the noise from the halls was nothing but a distant hum, dulled by thick wooden doors. The sunlight through the tall windows came in pale ribbons, lighting up the dust in the air. The rest of the world could have burned down, and in here, it would still smell like old paper and ink.
Perfect.
I’d pulled three entire stacks of books around me, a fortress of leather bindings and worn pages: histories of werewolves, dense texts on Lycans, thin, brittle pamphlets about old bloodlines, even obscure case studies of wolfless wolves and the rare, despe
