The ledger sat on the mahogany desk, heavy and innocent-looking, bound in cracked black leather. To anyone else, it was just a record of debts and payments. A boring testament to Sibal’s administrative greed.
For the last two hours, I hadn’t turned a page. I was staring at a specific entry from twelve years ago, but I wasn’t seeing the numbers. I was seeing the folded piece of parchment I had found tucked between the binding and the spine earlier that morning. It was now hidden deep in the pocket of my skirt, burning against my thigh like a branding iron.
It wasn't a financial receipt. It was a coroner’s report from the Archives, stolen by Sibal and hidden away. A report on the last known bonded pair. A wolf and a witch from the Southern Territories.
Cause of death (Male/Alpha): Systemi
