The sound of battle echoed through the stone walls, shadow wolves howling outside while pack members shouted orders, and the clash of steel against claw rang through the fortress like a death knell.

But inside the inner chamber everything was quiet.

Laura sat on the edge of a wooden table, her fingers tracing the ancient book in front of her, the leather old and cracked, the pages yellow with age, but she could read the words easily with the tips of her fingers as she traced each line.

"What does it say?" Lucian asked from where he stood by the window, his sword still in his hand and blood staining...