The ledger was under the floorboard.

Dominic found it when they tore Vincent's room apart. Not in desk. Not in safe. Under loose board where Vincent slept. Like he wanted to feel it under him at night.

It was small. Leather. Old. Pages yellow, edges chewed by mice. Smelled like dust and wolfsbane.

Dominic brought it to Luna room. Alaric locked door before he opened it.

Hazel sat on bed, Aurella asleep against her side. Knees wrapped now with clean cloth Lucia brought, different Lucia, quieter now, eyes still down.

Alaric flipped first page.

Numbers. Names. Money. Wolves sold to rogues. Girls taken from border packs. Prices next to them....