The old library had become our secret sanctuary.
Elena and I met again three days later, tucked away in the back corner behind the tallest shelves. She arrived with her usual basket and an even thicker, older-looking book this time. Her eyes sparkled with quiet excitement as she sat down across from me on the worn rug.
“I brought something different today,” she whispered, unpacking honey cakes, cheese, and dried fruits. “This is one of our pack’s most important history books. It’s not supposed to leave the family wing, but… I wanted you to know more about us.”
I accepted a piece of honey cake gratefully. My stomach had been calmer today, but I still ate slowly, careful not to upset it.
“I’d like to learn,” I said honestly. “Tell me about the Dark Moon Pack.”
Elena opened the heavy lea
