Buried deep within the mountain, the fortress library filled ancient chambers below the compound. There, tucked in stone halls older than memory, sat stacks of records gathered across ages. Knowledge about wolves took shape on weathered pages. Bonds between them emerged through fragile ink. The unnatural - once called magic by some - was documented without name. Centuries folded into scrolls, books, whispers bound in leather. This place held what time nearly erased.
For months, Kieran kept track of it piece by piece. The moment had arrived when they could no longer do without.
"Everything about Aria Ashford," Sage said. "Everything about the fifth bond. Everything about entities that feed on bonds. If it exists in this library, I need it."
