Kael read the message once and handed it back.
"Which name do you think it is," he said.
"I don't know." That was honest. I had turned it over three times on the walk from the hall to find him and hadn't landed on an answer. The second Sovereign line's records, intact, and a name I'd recognize. It could mean anything. Someone from the Council's history. Someone from the packs. Someone dead for centuries whose name appeared in the Thornridge documents I'd been annotating.
Or someone alive.
That was the possibility I kept arriving at and moving past, because if Fen had found a living member of a second Sovereign line and that person was someone I knew, the implications were large enough to require sitting down.
"Where is he," Kael said.
I checked the back of the paper. Fen had included
