Chapter 83 Halls Of Records
RONAN
The Academy’s stone corridors were quict.
<b>The </b>sun was setting, shadows stretched like ws over the marble floor. I moved with them, melting into their cover as <b>I </b>rounded the outer wall of the east wing<b>. </b>
The Hall of Records stood like a relic from another <b>era</b>, <b>a </b><b>squat </b><b>tower </b>tucked into the back of <b>the </b>Academy’s grounds, mostly <b>ignored </b>except during the start or end of the year. No guards. No patrols. <b>Just </b>a rustedtch on a side window half–hidden behind ivy. Though it was still a forbidden area.
I tested thetch. Still loose from thest time I visited under <b>less</b>…sanctioned circumstances.
It <b>gave </b>way with a soft creak.
Slipping inside, Inded soundlessly on the floor, crouched low, eyes sweeping the darkness. The <b>scent </b>of old parchment, dust, and ink hung in the <b>air</b>. Wooden <b>filing </b>cabs lined the walls, drawersbeled by region, bloodline, <b>rank</b>.
And someone was already here.
A figure stood <b>near </b>the central desk, hunched over a file illuminated by antern’s soft glow.
I <b>stepped </b>forward, slow and controlled, my eyes outlining the familiar figure until <b>his </b>face revealed to me.
Finn.
He lifted his <b>gaze</b>…unsurprised.
We stared at each other for a beat, the kind of silence that crackled.
Then he held the file out to me.
“You’re here for this, right?” he asked, tone quiet, neutral. I nced at the file containing Ryker’s information then back at
him.
I didn’t reach for the file.
Instead, <b>I </b>asked, “Why are <b>you </b>here?”
“For the same reason <b>you </b>are here,” he calmly murmured.
My reason? All of my reasons and mind <b>centered </b>on Seraphina and he said our reasons were the same? My gaze hardened. “<b>You </b><b>shouldn’t </b>be here. Stay out of things that don’t concern <b>you</b>.”
Finn dida’t blink. “If you’re talking about Seth, then you’re wrong. As a friend, <b>he </b><b>does </b>concern me.”
I stepped closer, enough so that thentern light caught the edge of my gaze “You <b>sure </b>it’s just friendship and nothing more?”
His calm shattered, <b>just </b>a flicker. But I caught in
“The same kind of friendship that Seth has in his <b>mind </b>for you?” I raised an <b>eyebrow </b>at him.
His jaw tightened, his eyes <b>narrowed</b>. But he <b>didn’t </b>answer <b>fast </b>enough
“Becine,” I murmured, voice like ice as I finally plucked the <b>file </b>from his grasp, “<b>what </b>I heard from the curse that took you over during the <b>Trial </b>what the curse screamed before the madness fully took you. “I tilted my head, watching his pulse
his neck. “What you <b>have </b>in mind for Seth Darven <b>is </b>anything but friendship”
A dead silence fell in <b>the </b>room as I studied his expression.
His silence was deafening.
Was guilt or fear, no definitely not fear. Something ebe tightened his features for a moment. Then he stepped <b>back</b>, his boots sruthing hightly against the stone
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Without a word, he turned, walked to the same <b>window </b>he’d clearly entered through…and disappeared into the night.
The room fell silent once more.
My wolf growled in my mind. “We should have heard ALL his secrets and thoughts from that evil <b>that </b>day.”
I hated to agree but now it was no use.
Suddenly <b>a </b>strange sound caught my ears. My eyes snapped to the window where I hade in but now a figure covered his face with the scarf slipped inside.
“Alpha,” a familiar voice called me. It was Mace. “I apologize for beingte. ckwood territory was highly guarded with hundreds of wolves along the border alone.” he walked over to me.
I nodded in response. “Did you dig?”
“I did, but his eyes were full of hesitation that was unlink
unlinke Mace.
“But what?” I demanded.
“Please look for yourself,” he hesitantly reached for the phone in his pocket and handed it over to me. The moment I looked
the photos on the screen, I was stunned.
I had asked Mace to dig up Dante’s grave on the ckwood’s <b>Alpha </b>family’s easy to kill. Nor would he die easily but whaty in front of me in the photo was a Dante in the grave. His face was torn up
territory. I knew that Dante would not have been just like I <b>saw </bst time and everything was the same,
Dante was dead.
But if he <b>was </b>really dead then…
I opened Ryker’s file with a flick of my wrist, and what I found stunned me even more. I flipped the pages and all I found was his full name. That’s it. No other information about his background.
just Ryker Wraithe. I clenched the file in my hand then nced at the photo on the phone.
“Seraphina<b>… </b>
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