RYKER
Under the dark sky, faint butterflies of light fluttered around the page in my hand, dissolving into nothing the moment my fingers brushed them. I had found the page hours ago, yet only now did I choose to touch it.
From the shadows, Percy emerged from the depths of the forest, his wolf form shifting into a man. He walked toward me with measured steps, clutching a folder.
“Alpha,” he said, bowing slightly before offering me the documents, “I got the details on Alpha Ronan Volkstane that you requested.”
I took the file without a word and began to flip through it. Some of the information was predictable, public records, the kind every Alpha had access to. But beneath those lay the hidden truths, fragments of a past carefully buried.
I read line by line, my eyes skimming through ba
