Cassian’s eyes sharpened slightly but nodded, accepting the explanation—for now.
“Of course. There are many types—silver wolves, switchers, white-wolves, those cursed with dual beasts. Most forgotten. Most feared.”
He paused, clearly measuring Heiko’s intentions.
“Do you have a particular type in mind?”
“No,” Heiko replied smoothly. “Just general information. The rarest ones. I want to know what they’re capable of.”
Cassian held his gaze for a long beat. He didn’t believe the prince fully. Heiko could tell. But still, the elder didn’t push further.
“Follow me,” he said at last.
They weaved through the labyrinthine aisles until Cassian stopped before an aging section of leather-bound tomes and rolled scrolls. Dust clung to many like a second skin.
“Here,” the elder said. “This is wh
