Violet
The private archive was quiet, the crystal lamps casting their steady glow across the towering shelves.
Rowan had more time on his hands today, and he had offered to help me search through the records. I had accepted gratefully, though a part of me was nervous about what we might find.
Or what we might not find.
I had been coming here for even more days now, slowly working my way through the Lycan documents. The customs, the traditions, the fragments of a culture that had been nearly erased from existence. It was beautiful and heartbreaking in equal measure.
But I still hadn't found what I was looking for.
The pull. The strange tug that had been guiding me since I first felt it. Nothing in these records explained it.
Neither did I also find the engraving from my pendant in the documents I had gone through.
If this was the usual brand of their civilisation, it was ought to have been all over the documents.
