The pages of the book carried the story forward with a weight that pressed into Leon's chest.
The first emperor of the Arman Empire; Arman Julius, had a peculiar history, one unlike any other ruler's. He never knew his family. In fact, he had never even known he was human until much later in life. All he had ever known was the pack.
Leon leaned closer, eyes narrowing.
"Haven't I seen this somewhere before?" The thought nagged at him, the faint outline of a memory brushing the edge of his mind. He tried to catch it, but it slipped away like mist through his fingers. He sighed and muttered, "It must be my imagination." With that, he turned the page.
The book revealed what Julius himself had once written. A journal, his earliest one, detailing the strange, fragile beginning of his story.
