My eyes widen as I pull out a worn pack ledger, its pages yellowed with age but teeming with the echoes of lives long gone.
Hope surges through me, fierce and desperate. This ledger—a record of births and deaths within the pack—holds the key to unraveling the mysteries that have haunted Silver Falls.
Perhaps my birth was recorded here. Possibly under the name of Thyra.
As I lift the ledger, my eyes meet Khal's. A subtle smile plays on his lips, his silent understanding reflecting the gravity of this discovery.
The pack ledger may well be the key to unlocking my past—a tangible link to the lost history of a pack that once thrived, now relegated to the bones scattered around us.
Khal motions for me to follow, and I go without hesitation. He stops and stares at the room and the claw marks within, then pulls me to his side, ushering me out.
"Diaval found a room on the other side of the building that we can stay in safely tonight before we hunt for the house in the picture."
He guides me to the room. My other mates are in the process of moving what's left of the furniture around.
"What did you find?" Easton asks as he approaches.
Glancing down at the ledger in my arms, I sigh. "Possibly answers. Or just more aggravation. Who knows?"
Shrugging my shoulders, I take the bottle of water Diaval waves at me.
The ledger feels heavy in my hands—not from weight, but from possibility. Somewhere in these yellowed pages might be the truth of who I am.
Who Thyra is.
Who I was always meant to be.
Chapter 30
Diaval
Watchingmy eternal search aimlessly for her past makes my heart hurt. Her past is an enigma at best. The longer I'm in her presence, the more I see the strength within her. Her heart is open, and she gives affection freely.
Watching her sort through the decay of this town, hoping for an answer to who she is, upsets my dragon.
Fix it...my dragon screams in my head. He's angry.
I can't. I don't know how.
That is the crux of the problem. I don't know how to fix it.
Help her search for that new name that was mentioned. Thyra, I believe it was.My dragon muses. I can almost hear his talons clicking in my head.
"May I help you?" I extend my hand, arching my eyebrows, hoping she'll let me try.
Feray's eyes dart down to the book in her arms, then up at me. Quickly, she nods and passes me the book.
Tears rim the edges of her eyes. "I'm scared, Diaval... What if I'm not in there? Then what?"
Her bottom lip quivers as she stares up at me and sniffles.
My dragon propels my body forward, and I crush her against my chest. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her tightly, willing myself to absorb all her pain.
Unfortunately, it's not a power I possess.
"Then we keep trying. We have all eternity." I press my lips to her forehead, trying to imbue all my strength into her.
I would smite an entire continent just to see her smile.
