Chapter 335

THIRD PERSON’S POV The war drums at the borders had not yet sounded, but the air already trembled with unease. Aurelia felt it deep in her bones — the pull of tension, the weight of something about to break. Derek had ordered her to stay within the heart of the pack, far from the borders. For once, she hadn’t argued. There was too much chaos swirling in her mind — too many questions without answers, too many truths she wasn’t ready to face. She needed space. She needed silence. So she walked. The pack’s main hall gave way to a long corridor, the faint scent of parchment and dust guiding her steps to where she needed to be — the library. When she pushed the door open, the scent hit her harder — old paper, dried ink, leather bindings, and faint traces of cedar that clung to Derek’s presence. Rows upon rows of shelves stretched upward, but she quickly realized something strange. It wasn’t a history collection like she expected. There were barely any books about ancient bloodlines, moon ri