Lucian’s POV
Gaius had nothing.
Again.
It had been four days since Darius's visit.
The royal physician had stood in my study an hour earlier, wringing his hands and repeating the same useless words: “She carries powerful witch blood mixed with strong wolf heritage, my king. The seal on her magic is ancient and deliberate, made by a white witch but I still have no name, no bloodline, no clear origin.” He left with another stack of scrolls under his arm, promising to keep searching.
I couldn’t sit still after that.
I left the study and walked the long corridors until I reached the royal library. I had never bothered with the old archive section before. It was a forgotten corner of the palace, dusty, dim, filled with volumes no one had touched in decades. Tonight the dust didn’t bother
