The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the sprawling grounds of the ancestral pack house. Charlotte stood by the large bay window in the study, her fingers brushing the worn leather cover of her mother’s old journals. The journals were a lifeline to a past she scarcely understood, filled with cryptic symbols and fragmented tales of the pack’s history.
Discovering that these journals contained the names of pack members had been a revelation. Now, Charlotte was determined to interact with her pack as much as possible to find any link between them and the names inscribed in the faded ink.
The study door creaked open, and Katya stepped in, her green eyes glinting in the dim light. “Are you ready for this, Charlotte?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.
