Sora's POVThe first thing I need in Blackwood isn't revenge. It's paperwork.
Ian's letter says the answers are here. Fine. But I can't go digging through a pack's old records without standing, and the last time I stood in Blackwood I was a wolfless Luna nobody would give the time of day.
So the morning after we arrive, I go to see the pack steward. The man who keeps the archives, the old bloodline records, the account of who came and went and when.
I know him. Osric. Seven years ago he wouldn't look at me when I passed him in the hall.
He doesn't recognize me at first. I've changed. I stand differently now.
"State your business," he says, barely glancing up. "The archive isn't open to—"
"Sora," I say. "I used to live here."
His pen stops.
He looks up properly this time. Takes in th
