Lyla
I followed Nathan to the back of the Alpha house down a narrow corridor I'd never explored before.
The pack house was large, with wings and passages I'd never had reason to visit. This section felt older somehow, filled with the musty scent of wood and old paper.
"How much further?" I asked in a whisper. There was something about this place that demanded reverence.
"We're here," Nathan replied, stopping before a metal door. Different symbols and ancient runes were carved on the frame. I recognized some from old pack text, while others felt completely foreign to me.
Nathan produced a heavy iron key from his pocket. It looked ancient, the metal dark with age. The lock clicked open with surprising ease, as if it had been regularly used despite its appearance.
"After you," Nathan said, gesturing for me to enter first.
I hesitated for just a moment before stepping inside.
The moment I stepped into my father's private study, what I saw made me freeze in my tracks.
