Aria POV
It’s been three hours since I started checking the records, and my eyes were starting to blur. It was morning, but I was beginning to feel stuffy, despite the early morning chill. I had gone through the birth certificates, death records, and ceremonial documentation dating back to the pack’s founding in 1847.
Everything was neatly arranged. I didn’t need to dig deep. They were filed by date; every name was cross-referenced, and every alliance and bloodline was traced with obsessive precision. It was the kind of record-keeping that demonstrated how much they valued control, tradition, and hierarchy above all else.
The same tradition that deemed me unfit for the Luna position.
I shook off the thought and pulled another box toward me. This one was labeled "Council Correspondenc
