My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 267

Fenris

I still did not know what a Lycan was. I knew the word, and the shape Vane's father had drawn of it, and I knew that the oldest and most careful man in my council was certain it was the thing that had taken my brother apart on a slope two days from here. That was enough.

My jaw had been locked since the chamber, and I let it crack now, here, at the foot of the stone, and the pain of it meant nothing. None of it meant anything beside the one thing it had left me holding, which was that the thing was out there, still feeding, and I was going to find it.

"Do you have it," I said. I had heard her come down the gorge but had waited for me to be don deciding my thoughts.

"Yes."

Yvara came up out of the dark at my shoulder, and for a moment she said nothing, only stood the way I was standing, her eyes on the white stone and the blue creeping over its rim. She had known Dimitri longer than I had held the seat. She did not say his name. She never did, in here.

She held something out. I took it.

"This makes no sense," she said.

"Gone. Lost over the years, the keeper said. Pages missing. Whole volumes that should sit beside this one and don't."

A sound came up out of me. "That doesn't make sense." I lifted the bundle between us. "A creature that can open the King's Guard, and the one body of knowledge that says how to kill it has holes torn through it. That doesn't get lost, Yvara. A grain ledger gets lost. Not this. Either someone pulled it out on purpose, or someone has spent a long time deciding exactly how much any of us is allowed to know."

"That was my thought."

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