#Chapter 36: Poison

Evelyn The scent of old paper and dust clung to my clothes, grounding me in the fading hush of the library. My eyes burned from reading for hours under dim lantern light, but still, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t rest. I’d spent the evening chasing my suspicion of Emma, combing through every document I could get my hands on. It was like chasing smoke. Every time I thought I had something, it slipped through my fingers. A date that didn’t line up. A name that vanished from one report to the next. Hints, nothing more, all wrapped in shadows and implications. But I did find one thing that made my stomach twist. A report from two years ago. A rogue raid on a northern border pack. It had been bloody, organized, and devastating. Twenty dead. No survivors except for one patrol wolf who managed to crawl back across the border. The attackers had been unusually coordinated for rogues. Too coordinated. There’d been speculation about an insider. And buried in a footnote of that file was a n