Now I had reached the year 1450 in the book. His eldest son had risen to the throne, becoming the third King. I couldn’t even pronounce most of their names—some weren’t written in English at all—so I had taken to giving them nicknames in my notebook as I tracked the lineage. Just trying to keep it all straight.
While I was sitting at the table, absorbed in my reading, a knock sounded at the front door. I stood up to answer it and found Chris standing there.
“Hey,” I greeted him.
“Hey. Hope I’m not interrupting anything important,” he said politely.
“Not at all. I was just doing a bit of light reading. Nothing urgent,” I replied.
“Good. Elias mentioned you were thinking about getting to know the pack a bit more,” he said.
“I was considering it. Are you here to play the role of my guid
