Lyra excused herself after answering my questions, leaving me once again with the towering shelves of the library and the half-drunk cup of tea. But my restlessness hadn’t burned out—it only sharpened. This mansion was too big, too quiet, too filled with secrets. And I needed to understand who I was living under. Who was Varion, beyond the Alpha who had spared my life, beyond the man with those eyes that haunted my dreams?
So, I wandered again.
The hallways stretched like a maze, but I noticed that every room I passed seemed to serve a purpose. A sunlit atrium overflowing with golden flowers. A training hall lined with racks of gleaming weapons. A music room, where an untouched piano sat collecting faint traces of dust, the ivory keys catching the light like teeth. And then… I found anot
