Chapter 42: Entry
(Grace's POV)
The records building loomed out of the darkness, its towering stone walls whispering warnings I could almost hear. Moonlight spilled across the grim threshold, but it did little to calm the unease curling in my chest.
I knew why.
Without my wolf, the very air felt heavier, each sound louder than it should’ve been. Being here wasn’t just a risk—it was dangerous. My steps echoed sharply as I entered, the cold biting deeper than the outside night air. My hand hovered protectively over my abdomen, even though I knew no harm had come yet.
Still, the vulnerability gnawed at me.
I lit a small spark of healer magic in my palm, casting faint light into the shadowed halls. The flickering glow illuminated rows of shelves lined with scrolls and ancient packs
