*Archer*
I stared at the documents spread out on the large desk as if in a trance, unsure of what I was seeing. My still rational mind told me this was not a hoax, but my heart shattered in despair, and I could not accept the obvious truth. Page after page, photo after photo, my entire world lay in ruins, and everything I had known until then had turned out to be a lie. Is this true? Did all this happen because of my family? Are we the villains in this story? I wondered, gazing at the photo that shocked me the most. Brock, my grandfather's wolf, powerful, majestic, and snow-white, appeared covered in blood, holding in his jaws the body of an already dead Chester van der Meer, dragging it out of the sawmill.
I felt all the blood drain from my face, my heart slowing to a ball of beats per
