POV: Kim
The library wasn’t just a room; it was a vault built for secrets.
Two-story walls of dark, polished mahogany stretched toward a ceiling lost in shadow. Thousands of books, spine-to-spine, created a smell that was thick with history and, apparently, a complete lack of dusting.
I stood in the doorway, my bare feet silent on the Persian rug.
The Den was quiet.
Frank and Jake were gone. The perimeter guards were occupied with whatever business occupied wolves in the middle of the day.
WE SHOULD NOT BE HERE, Panic announced. THIS IS A TRESPASS. THIS IS A PENETRATION OF A RESTRICTED AREA. THIS IS THE FASTEST WAY TO GET LOCKED IN A BASEMENT.
"We need context," I whispered, my voice swallowed by the sheer mass of the bookshelves. "Mira said we were similar to someone from twenty ye
