VERA'S POV.
I paced back and forth, glaring at the stacks of books towering above me "How can such a massive library be this useless for goodness sake?" I muttered under my breath, my words echoing in the empty space around me. I clenched my fists, feeling my frustration bubbling over. After hours of sifting through dusty tomes, I had nothing to show for it—no answers, no clues, no progress. Or was it me? Was I the useless one here? Why wasn't anything working for me these days?
The connection between the Ashwood Pack, White Shadow Pack, and Anton’s former pack was supposed to be significant. I mean, it was part of history after all, wasn't it? but the books were as barren of information as a drought-stricken field. I grabbed the nearest book, a thick volume with a cracked leather spine,
