Lyra's POV
"Not very many exist," Alaric answered softly. "Photography equipment was costly back then. Under vampire dominion, most wolves couldn't manage to acquire such luxuries."
I made a soft sound of understanding and rested my chin against his shoulder blade, positioning myself to examine the photograph more closely.
The image wasn't impressive by modern standards. Water stains marred one corner while tears damaged another edge. Yet the three figures captured within it radiated such genuine affection that warmth spread through my chest.
