Chapter 83 Halls Of Records

RONAN

The Academy’s stone corridors were quict.

bThe /bsun was setting, shadows stretched like ws over the marble floor. I moved with them, melting into their cover as bI /brounded the outer wall of the east wingb. /b

The Hall of Records stood like a relic from another bera/b, ba /bbsquat /bbtower /btucked into the back of bthe /bAcademy’s grounds, mostly bignored /bexcept during the start or end of the year. No guards. No patrols. bJust /ba rustedtch on a side window half–hidden behind ivy. Though it was still a forbidden area.

I tested thetch. Still loose from thest time I visited under bless/b…sanctioned circumstances.

It bgave /bway with a soft creak.

Slipping inside, Inded soundlessly on the floor, crouched low, eyes sweeping the darkness. The bscent /bof old parchment, dust, and ink hung in the bair/b. Wooden bfiling /bcabs lined the walls, drawersbeled by region, bloodline, brank/b.

And someone was already here.

A figure stood bnear /bthe central desk, hunched over a file illuminated by antern’s soft glow.

I bstepped /bforward, slow and controlled, my eyes outlining the familiar figure until bhis /bface revealed to me.

Finn.

He lifted his bgaze/b…unsurprised.

We stared at each other for a beat, the kind of silence that crackled.

Then he held the file out to me.

“You’re here for this, right?” he asked, tone quiet, neutral. I nced at the file containing Ryker’s information then back at

him.

I didn’t reach for the file.

Instead, bI /basked, “Why are byou /bhere?”

“For the same reason byou /bare here,” he calmly murmured.

My reason? All of my reasons and mind bcentered /bon Seraphina and he said our reasons were the same? My gaze hardened. “bYou /bbshouldn’t /bbe here. Stay out of things that don’t concern byou/b.”

Finn dida’t blink. “If you’re talking about Seth, then you’re wrong. As a friend, bhe /bbdoes /bconcern me.”

I stepped closer, enough so that thentern light caught the edge of my gaze “You bsure /bit’s just friendship and nothing more?”

His calm shattered, bjust /ba flicker. But I caught in

“The same kind of friendship that Seth has in his bmind /bfor you?” I raised an beyebrow /bat him.

His jaw tightened, his eyes bnarrowed/b. But he bdidn’t /banswer bfast /benough

“Becine,” I murmured, voice like ice as I finally plucked the bfile /bfrom his grasp, “bwhat /bI heard from the curse that took you over during the bTrial /bwhat the curse screamed before the madness fully took you. “I tilted my head, watching his pulse

his neck. “What you bhave /bin mind for Seth Darven bis /banything but friendship”

A dead silence fell in bthe /broom as I studied his expression.

His silence was deafening.

Was guilt or fear, no definitely not fear. Something ebe tightened his features for a moment. Then he stepped bback/b, his boots sruthing hightly against the stone

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Chapter 83 Halls Of Records

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Without a word, he turned, walked to the same bwindow /bhe’d clearly entered through…and disappeared into the night.

The room fell silent once more.

My wolf growled in my mind. “We should have heard ALL his secrets and thoughts from that evil bthat /bday.”

I hated to agree but now it was no use.

Suddenly ba /bstrange sound caught my ears. My eyes snapped to the window where I hade in but now a figure covered his face with the scarf slipped inside.

“Alpha,” a familiar voice called me. It was Mace. “I apologize for beingte. ckwood territory was highly guarded with hundreds of wolves along the border alone.” he walked over to me.

I nodded in response. “Did you dig?”

“I did, but his eyes were full of hesitation that was unlink

unlinke Mace.

“But what?” I demanded.

“Please look for yourself,” he hesitantly reached for the phone in his pocket and handed it over to me. The moment I looked

the photos on the screen, I was stunned.

I had asked Mace to dig up Dante’s grave on the ckwood’s bAlpha /bfamily’s easy to kill. Nor would he die easily but whaty in front of me in the photo was a Dante in the grave. His face was torn up

territory. I knew that Dante would not have been just like I bsaw /bst time and everything was the same,

Dante was dead.

But if he bwas /breally dead then…

I opened Ryker’s file with a flick of my wrist, and what I found stunned me even more. I flipped the pages and all I found was his full name. That’s it. No other information about his background.

just Ryker Wraithe. I clenched the file in my hand then nced at the photo on the phone.

“Seraphinab… /b

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