Asteria D´Angelo
The white ark shone before me, and within me, I felt an energy surge, calling me to open it. I was a member of both the Lycan royal family and the Angel Royal family.
I looked up at Zane, and he slowly walked to stand beside me. I sliced my palm again and placed it between the angel wings that stood out at the top. The top was released with a loud crack, and after removing my nahd, Zane and I opened the ark.
Several journals were there, leather-bound, with angelic inscriptions— inscriptions that, somehow, I understood. History of the Angels, Angel Powers, Angel Secrets, were some of the titles scribbled on the leather outside the diaries. I placed them aside and looked down into the ark.
“It is empty...” I looked at Zane, and he looked at me with concerned eyes.
