= Amara =
“The Veyrath don’t record history the way other packs do,” Lorne, Mikael’s beta, said. His voice low but steady.
Lorne and I are currently in the library, where everything smelled like old paper and polished wood.
I couldn’t help but look around. Tall shelves stretched toward the ceiling, packed with books bound in leather, cloth, and materials I couldn’t even name. Some spines were etched with symbols instead of titles, the markings faintly glowing as if they were alive—or at least aware.
I stood near one of the long tables while Lorne moved with practiced ease through the aisles, pulling books as if he already knew exactly where each one lived. There was no hesitation in him, no uncertainty. This place belonged to him as much as it belonged to the Veyrath Pack.
“We value
