(Caius)
I read the page again.
Then I read it a third time, hoping I'd missed something.
I hadn't.
The warning was exactly the same. Short. Direct. Written by someone who believed every extra word carried a risk.
"The names don't belong here," I said.
Isla looked up.
"What do you mean?"
"This journal is centuries old." I tapped the page. "Every other name belongs to wolves who died long ago."
Her eyes dropped back to the writing.
"Then why are Derek and Helene here?"
"I don't know."
The answer tasted bitter.
A king wasn't expected to know everything, but I'd spent years studying old records. I'd never seen anything like this.
I lifted the page closer to the lantern.
The ink caught my attention immediately.
Most of the writing had faded with time, but the names near the bott
