Rowan's POV
Watching Mira wander through the archive should have been amusing. Most people entered this room carefully. Respectfully. Mira looked at ancient books the same way she looked at everyone else in my territory. Like she was one bad answer away from starting an argument.
She stopped in front of a shelf twice her height and squinted at one of the titles. Then she frowned. Then she frowned harder. I already knew what was coming. "What language is this?"
There it was. I leaned against one of the tables. "Old Lycan." "That's not a real language." "It is." "It sounds fake." I rubbed a hand over my face. Somehow, every conversation with her ended this way.
Across the room, Mira continued examining books while muttering to herself. For a moment I simply watched her. The way she moved
