Zephyr's tent was larger than Laura expected, lined with furs and lit by lanterns that cast dancing shadows across the canvas walls. The Alpha himself stood over a small table covered with ancient-looking papers and leather-bound journals.

He looked up when she entered, his cool eyes warming slightly at the sight of her.

"Laura," he acknowledged with a nod. "Thank you for coming."

"Your messenger said you wanted to discuss the family records?" Laura kept her voice steady despite the unease still lingering from her confrontation with Selena.

Zephyr gestured for her to approach. "I found something that might interest you." His fingers, always so precise in their movements, traced...