Chapter 609: Questions That Should Have Been Asked
The library was quiet.
It always was.
Orion stepped in, snow still clinging faintly to the edges of his cloak. It melted almost immediately against the warmer air inside, droplets sliding down and disappearing into the polished oak floor beneath his boots.
The familiar scent of aged paper and ink greeted him.
His gaze moved slowly across the towering shelves, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows against the carved ceiling above—wolves and crescent moons watching from their silent perch.
Nothing had changed.
And yet something felt off.
Or maybe it wasn't the library.
Maybe it was him.
Orion exhaled quietly and moved forward.
A few members of the pack glanced at him as he passed but quickly looked away again, returning to their books and scrolls. The soft murmur of pages turning filled the space.
He didn't stop walking until he reached the deeper section of the library.
