Kai POV
The packhouse library is a sanctuary of forgotten tomes and flickering light, the air thick with the musty scent of aged leather and ink, a quiet refuge from the storm raging in my mind. Dust motes dance in the slivers of afternoon sun filtering through the high, arched windows, casting long shadows across the towering shelves lined with volumes that whisper secrets of packs long gone. The oracle’s words echo like a curse—Liora of Shadow Ridge, the lost heir, Silver Blessing and Shadow Curse—each syllable carving deeper into my chest, the weight of her revelations pressing like silver chains. Leila—Liora—the princess I’ve protected without knowing, her silver-proof blood a gift that makes her a target for every rogue, witch, and ambitious Alpha lurking in the shadows.
I sink into
