The next day, everyone went to work on their assigned tasks.
The air in the Shadowmere tunnels was cool, carrying the scent of earth and centuries of stagnation.
The library had been sealed for decades, ever since Thomas had used a chamber near here as a portal entry for a witch. That history hung heavy in the air, a phantom itch that made the fur on the back of one’s neck stand up.
"Watch your step," Jael murmured, his large hand hovering near the small of Amalia’s back without actually crowding her.
Amalia adjusted her shawl, glancing behind them. Two pack warriors trailed a respectful distance away, their eyes scanning the dark corners.
"Jael," Amalia whispered, amused. "I’m an elite warrior. I think I can handle a dusty library."
"You are a warrior," Jael agreed easily, his deep
