Daciana

I stare at the history book before me, tracing the faded ink with my fingertip. The dates blur together, but one thing stands out clearly.

“So, the Kingdom changed hands?” I glance up at Kieran, seated across from me.

He doesn’t answer. His jaw tightens, eyes fixed on something beyond the window.

“Yes.” Artisem’s voice cuts through the tension. He leans against the bookshelf, arms crossed. “About seven hundred years ago.”

“Isn’t that common?” I flip a page, scanning the names of rulers. “Even alpha leadership changes hands. Packs merge, new bloodlines rise.”

“Not in this case.” Artisem’s expression darkens. “It was the Snow Mountain Pack that controlled the...