Konrad's POV
It has been a week since Wilona shut herself down from reality and she doesn’t want to tell me what got her worked up. I could see her beautiful eyes twinkling with uncertainty whenever I looked into them.
I went into the study, watching her buried deep in the old books she got from the Cyclone Moon pack library, including the ones she got delivered for her from her former pack. It was mostly about our heritage and stuff I did not know existed. She said she believed the books would give her the answers she was looking for, the answers she is refusing to tell me about.
“Love, what’s going on?” I moved from the door and sat next to her on the sofa.
She was reading a maroon book that had aged pages and drawings I didn’t understand. There were werewolves, pressing their paws l
