Aria's POV:
The musty scent of ancient parchment filled my nostrils as I hunched over yet another dusty tome in the dragon's vast library. My eyes strained in the flickering candlelight, scanning page after page for any mention of the elusive "heart of the wolf."
"Come on, come on," I muttered, frustration mounting as I flipped through another fruitless chapter. "There has to be something here."
My fingers traced the faded ink, willing the secrets hidden within to reveal themselves. Hours had passed, maybe days – I'd lost track of time in this labyrinth of knowledge. But I couldn't stop now. The answers I sought were too important.
I sighed, rubbing my tired eyes.
"What am I missing?"
The soft rustle of wings made me glance up. A tiny shadow darted between the towering bookshelves –
