Chapter 36

Aurelia POV

The heavy oak doors glided shut behind me, sealing the dark silence of Kellan’s private office.

I stood still for a long moment, allowing my senses to acclimate to the chill that hung in the air. The room smelled faintly of old parchment, sealing wax, and the bitter, metallic tang of iron. My awakened wolf’s sight pierced the shadows without the need for a candle, revealing a vast, spartan chamber dominated by a massive executive desk carved from black oak, lined with wall-to-wall ledgers and locked weapons cabinets.

I moved with silent precision, my soft boots gliding over the stone floor as I began methodically searching the room. I checked the drawer slides, the hollowed armrests of the heavy leather chairs, and the decorative wooden paneling behind the primary desk.

My mind spun back to the official history every member of the high packs knew by heart. My older brother, Evander, had reportedly died five years ago in a tragic hunting acc