I couldn’t sleep. The threads across my wrist pulsed softly, urging me awake. Talon lay beside me, breathing slow and steady, unaware of the storm thrumming just beneath my skin. I tried to ignore it, but the bond’s pull was too strong, insistent. It was guiding me somewhere, somewhere hidden.
I slipped from the bed, careful not to wake him, and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. The moon hung low and silver, painting the floorboards in pale light. I followed the pull, the threads stretching from my wrist, weaving through the air as if pointing the way.
The bond led me to the part of the house my brothers and I rarely visited. A corner of the library, tucked behind heavy shelves, where dust lay thick and shadows lingered. My pulse quickened as I traced my fingers along the edge of th
