Mira could barely sleep afterwards.
Her mind clouded with thoughts of Evren, thoughts of her dream—and those red eyes boring into her soul.
Why had she seen a white wolf?
And why had her own wolf been absent for so long?
Needing answers, she slipped from her room before daybreak, the palace corridors silent and shadowed around her.
The library was empty when she got there. The texts she'd been reading last still remained in the same position. Neat and untouched.
Her fingertips brushed lightly against the worn leather of books on the shelves, searching for anything relating to her dream.
She didn't know how long she spent wandering between the shelves, scanning for texts that mentioned the white wolf. Her pulse raced, her breath coming in shallow bursts as the quietne
