(Isla)
I hadn't expected our first lesson to begin with books.
When Caius asked me to meet him after breakfast the next morning, I'd imagined the training grounds or the forest beyond them.
Instead, he led me through the oldest corridor in the pack house until we stopped outside a pair of heavy wooden doors.
He pushed one open.
Shelves stretched from floor to ceiling.
I stared for a moment.
"All of these belong to Wraithbone?"
He smiled.
"They do."
"And somewhere in here is information about Celestial wolves?"
"I hope so."
He stepped inside and I followed.
The room felt quieter than anywhere else in the pack house. Sunlight came through the tall windows and fell across rows of shelves that seemed to go on forever. Some of the books looked newer, but others were so worn I wonde
