The library became my sanctuary. By day, I stayed close to the pack, shouldering the responsibilities that Kane would carry if he were awake. But by night, when the pack house quieted, I buried myself in the archives, combing through stacks of old records and papers.
The documents were scattered and poorly organized, but I worked methodically, piecing together fragments of information. I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for, but I couldn’t sit idle. The attack on Bloodmoon had shaken the pack to its core, and I needed to understand why Silverclaw was so relentless.
When exhaustion crept in, I would slip away to Kane’s side.
His room was dimly lit by the flickering glow of a lantern. Kane lay still, his powerful frame swathed in bandages. His chest rose and fell with each slow brea
