One month later.
The afternoon sun streamed warmly through the high windows of my private study, painting geometric blocks of gold across the dark mahogany desk. Outside, the steady rhythm of the keep continued as smoothly as ever, but inside, the only sound was the rhythmic scratch of my fountain pen against heavy cream parchment.
Dear Luna Stephanie,
I was overjoyed to read your latest letter and to hear that the new medicinal remedy is already making such a profound difference for your pack. Knowing that your elders are finding relief and that your young wolves are recovering their strength brings a peace to my heart that words can barely capture.
I paused, dipping the nib back into the dark glass inkwell, letting my eyes wander briefly to the thick leather-bound ledgers stacked nea
