The Silver Moon Pack's sacred archive smelled like centuries of secrets—ancient leather, dried herbs, and the metallic tang of old magic that had seeped into the stone walls over generations. Luna followed Kane through the narrow corridors carved deep beneath the pack house, her newly enhanced senses cataloging every detail of this place she had never seen before.
"The Grand Assembly doesn't start for another three hours," Kane said, his voice echoing off the curved walls. "But there's something you need to see first. Something the pack shamans discovered after your... transformation."
Victor walked silently beside Luna, his vampire senses on high alert in the confined space. The underground archives felt like a trap to his predatory instincts—too many blind corners, too few escape route
