The Alpha King And His Chosen Luna novel Chapter 193

The path before-us-

The path before us

(Caius)

I watched Isla close the journal with more care than she’d opened it.

She wasn’t disappointed that we weren’t training today. If anything, she seemed more eager than when we’d first walked into the library this morning. That told me we’d made the right choice.

Most wolves wanted answers they could use immediately.

Isla wanted to understand why those answers existed in the first place:

There was a difference.

One created power.

The other created wisdom.

If she continued approaching every lesson that way, the abilities she’d one day master would rest on something far stronger than instinct.

I gathered the journals into a single stack.

“We’ve done enough for today,” I said.

Isla looked up from her notes.

“You think so?”

I nodded.

“I’d rather you leave with a few ideas you understand than a hundred pages you barely remember.”

She smiled.

“I was hoping you’d say we could stay until dinner.”

I laughed quietly.

“We’ll be back.”

“There are still so many books.”

“And we’re not finished with them.”

She carefully gathered her notes before slipping them between the pages of her notebook.

“You really think these symbols are worth trying?” she asked.

“I do.”

“Even though they weren’t written for a Celestial wolf?”

“Especially because they weren’t.”

The path before us She frowned slightly.

“I don’t understand.”

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“No one has ever recorded how to train a Celestial wolf,” I said. “So we begin with what history has already given us, then we learn where your path becomes different.”

She fell quiet.

I recognized the look on her face.

She wasn’t thinking anymore.

She was listening.

‘Vaela?’

‘I’m here.’

‘Have you seen those symbols before?’

‘Neyer.’

‘Do they mean anything to you?’

‘Not yet.’

Isla let out a quiet breath.

‘I thought you might already know.

‘So did I.’

There was a brief pause.

‘Perhaps this lesson isn’t only for you, Vaela said. ‘Perhaps it’s for both of us.'”

Isla remained quiet for another moment.

‘Do you feel anything when you look at them?’ she asked.

‘No, Vaela replied. ‘Not recognition. Only possibility. They don’t feel familiar, but they don’t feel wrong

either.’

Isla looked back at the journal.

“I think that’s enough for me,” she said.

“It is for me too.”

She slipped the notebook under her arm and looked at me.

“So tomorrow we stop reading?”

I shook my head.

The path belere us

“No.”

She blinked.

“We’ll still read. We’ll simply spend part of the morning putting these symbols into practice.”

Her smile returned.

“So the lessons begin.”

“They already have.”

I picked up the training journal.

“Tomorrow we’ll discover whether these pages hold more than history.”

I glanced at the symbols one last time before closing the journal.

“We won’t know if these work until we try them.”

“No.”

“But I have a feeling they weren’t preserved by accident.”

She looked thoughtful.

“You think someone wanted them to survive.”

“I do.”

“And now they’ve reached us.”

I nodded once.

“Now it’s our turn to learn from them.”

She was already moving toward the door when she stopped.

I

“Can I take one with me?” she asked, looking back at the journals.

“No,” I said.

She turned fully.

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll read all night and come back tomorrow too tired to practice anything.”

She opened her mouth.

Then closed it.

“That’s fair,” she said.

She walked out without arguing, and I smiled at that.

Clath

The path before us

pulled the library door closed behind me and caught up with her in the hall.

She was already thinking about tomorrow. I could see it in the way she walked, that focused quiet she had when something had taken hold of her attention and wasn’t letting go.

Good.

She’d need that.

I glanced at Isla as we walked.

She hadn’t looked back at the library once. She didn’t need to. She knew we’d return, and that certainty was enough.

I had spent years believing the library existed to preserve the past.

Today, I realized it could do something more.

It could shape the future.

Not by giving us every answer.

But by giving us the right place to begin.

By the time we reached our quarters, I no longer felt the urgency I’d carried into the library that morning.

We hadn’t solved the mystery.

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