Windsor's POV
The library held its usual quietness, broken only by soft sounds from the front desk where Phoebe worked with her typical focused intensity. She barely glanced up when Gideon and I entered, too absorbed in her tasks to offer more than a quick nod.
Tomorrow brought the first round of Academy Eliminations, and preparation consumed every waking moment. Gideon and I had spent hours buried in strategy manuals and historical texts, cramming our minds with anything that might give us an edge in whatever challenges awaited.
My eyes burned from staring at pages of dense text. Information swirled through my thoughts until I felt certain I would dream of battle tactics and ancient wolf pack hierarchies.
"I need to find more resources," I muttered, pushing back from the table.
Gideon remained hunched over his current book, absorbed in its contents. "Check the far left section. The archives hold older materials that might prove valuable."
