The moon had long risen since Edwin and his most trusted warrior, Ralph, slipped through the back corridor of the Alpha Hall, into the archives. Their steps were silent, well-practiced, the sound of their boots muffled, showing years of shared secrets and battle-bonded loyalty between the alpha and his guard.
They moved like shadows, cloaked in the silence of secrecy.
“This way,” Edwin whispered, leading Ralph down a narrow staircase that wound deep beneath the council chambers, down into the restricted archives, a place sealed to all but opened to the Alpha and elders of council
“What exactly are we going to the archives to look for?” Ralph murmured. “What will become of me if the Luna or one of the elders of council catches a wind....”
“She will not, and no one else would," Edwin cu
