ALDRIC
The Skollrend library swallowed sound. Every footstep. Every breath. The thick carpets and heavy shelves absorbed it all until the silence became something physical. Something that pressed against my ears.
I liked it here. Always had. Even as a child. The smell of old paper and leather bindings. The weight of knowledge collected over centuries. This library was one of the largest in the shadow world. Generations of Skollrend alphas had built it. Had filled these shelves with records and histories and secrets.
And secrets were exactly what I needed.
The genealogy section took up an entire wing. Row after row of leather bound volumes organized by pack and region. Some dated back hundreds of years. Others were more recent. Updated regularly to track bloodlines and alliances and the shifting power structures that kept our world turning.
