Grandmother Iris’s POV
The soothing sound of the Pacific Ocean greeted Iris as she appeared in her sprawling Mediterranean-style home in Los Angeles. The scent of jasmine and sea air filled the grand halls, a reminder of the life she had built over centuries. Her mate, Romulus, had yet to return from his morning patrol, but she barely noticed the quiet as she made a beeline for her private den.
The den was Iris’s sanctuary, a room where her vast collection of magical tomes, relics, and journals were meticulously organized. It was here that she had solved countless mysteries for her pack during her time as Luna and even after stepping down for her son, Alpha Vincent.
She entered, shutting the heavy oak door behind her. With a flick of her wrist, the lamps illuminated the space, casting w
