Serena’s POV
The dawn light was gray and thin when the tower door finally creaked open. It wasn't my father. It was an elderly servant, his hands trembling as he brought in a tray of cold porridge. He didn't look me in the eye, his gaze fixed firmly on the dusty floorboards.
"Eat," he muttered. "The Alpha is busy with the King’s morning council. You have an hour of exercise in the inner courtyard. Do not attempt to leave."
He turned to leave, but I stepped into his path, my voice low and urgent. "Wait. I need to see Arthur. The pack historian. Please."
The old man’s face went pale. "The historian is in the archives, but he is not to be disturbed, especially by—"
"Tell him it is about the Obsidian seal," I interrupted, my heart pounding. "Tell him the truth about the debt is coming out
