(Olivia's POV)
In my mother's old study, dust motes danced in the afternoon light as I ran my fingers along leather-bound spines. Katherine Blackwood's private library remained untouched since her death, a shrine to the warrior woman who'd helped build our pack from nothing.
"Your mother kept everything," Sarah said, pulling another volume from the shelves. "Battle strategies, pack histories, ancient laws—"
"And answers," I murmured, inhaling the familiar scent of old paper and dried herbs that still lingered after all these years. "They're here somewhere."
My fingers caught on a worn journal, its pages dog-eared and stained with what looked suspiciously like blood. Inside, my mother's elegant handwriting filled the margins with notes and observations.
"The old laws were written by Al
