Aria Vale
I spend the rest of the day in the library, hidden in a corner table with Elder Moira's journal. Sierra finds me there during lunch, bringing food she forces me to eat while she reads over my shoulder.
The journal is fascinating and terrifying in equal measure. The last Silvercrest alpha, a woman named Celeste, wrote about the burden of power, the responsibility of leadership, the constant balance between strength and compassion.
"Listen to this," I say to Sierra, reading aloud. "A Silvercrest wolf does not rule through fear or dominance. We lead through understanding, through connection. Our compulsion is not a weapon to force obedience but a tool to harmonize the pack, to bring unity where there was division."
"That's completely opposite to how Alphas operate," Sierra obser
