Eleanor was quiet for a moment, thinking. "Her mother, Seraphina... she was a clever one. Manipulative, yes, but also meticulous. She kept records of everything. Not official records, of course. Personal ones. journals. I remember seeing them when we were cataloging her personal effects after the banishment. A collection of small, leather bound books. I always thought they were dangerous."
My heart leaped. "Do you still have them?"
"The council ordered them destroyed," Eleanor said. "But I have a hard time destroying history. Even the ugly parts. I... may have set them aside instead. They're in a storage unit I have in town. Unlabeled, of course."
"Eleanor, you are a lifesaver," I breathed, a wave of relief washing over me.
"I'm loyal to this pack, Hailey. Not to the fools who sit on t
