Lucien’s Pov
Arnaud and I searched through several records. Lines upon lines of dusty pages were opened before us, holding inside their pages the history of our pack—the triumphs, the trials, and, as I’d as of late started to suspect, the covered up sins.
Another evening of searching. Another night close to uncover the truth. “These records go back centuries,” Arnaud murmured close to me, the black out disappointment in his voice scarcely contained. “Yet, each time we think we’ve found something, it’s like we’re coming to smoke.”
I gestured, pushing aside the most recent futile report. “It's in spite of the fact that someone’s been here before us. Somebody who knew precisely what we’d be looking for.”
Arnaud’s forehead wrinkled as he gazed at a half-torn page, an indication of renunci
