The ancient book remained open on the pedestal.
Aria stared at the portrait of King Darius, unable to look away.
Three hundred years.
That was how long the records claimed he had been dead.
Yet she had heard his voice.
She had seen his eyes.
And she had felt his darkness.
“He's alive,” Aria whispered.
Kaelen stood beside her, his expression hard.
“Then we find him before he finds you.”
Lucian stepped closer.
“How?”
Aria turned toward him.
“We build an army.”
The words echoed through the archive.
The Chancellor frowned.
“You cannot simply gather warriors from every pack. Many Alphas will refuse.”
“Then they can refuse.”
Aria closed the ancient book.
“But I won't wait for Darius to destroy them one pack at a time.”
Kaelen's eyes gleamed.
“I'll give you Nightshade.”
Aria
