(Isla)
Caius kept hold of my hand as we left the library. The journal remained on the table behind us, but my thoughts stayed with it. I could still feel the fear that had come from the council seal. It had left something behind that I couldn't explain.
We walked through the pack house toward the dining room. Breakfast had already ended for most of the pack, and a servant came forward as soon as she saw us. Caius asked her to bring fresh food from the kitchen, then guided me toward a table near the windows. I sat across from him while he placed the council letter beside his plate. He hadn't let it out of his sight since I touched it.
I looked at the seal again. The fear inside it had belonged to someone who handled the letter before the messenger. I couldn't see a face or hear a name, b
