The Alpha King And His Chosen Luna novel Chapter 206

The hidden page

(Isla)

Neither of us said much as we walked. We’d already talked through everything we knew. Now there was nothing left to do except see whether the journals knew more than we did. I hoped they did.

Caius led the way inside and closed the door behind us. For a moment, neither of us moved. The room seemed even quieter than usual, as though it understood why we’d come back. It was an odd thought, but I couldn’t get rid of it.

“I don’t even know where to begin,” I admitted.

“We’ll begin where we always‘ do,” Caius said. “One page at a time.”

Caius crossed to one of the shelves and rested his hand against a row of worn journals.

“We’ve searched a lot of these already,” I said.

“We have,” he replied. “But this library holds generations of records. We’ve barely scratched the surface.”

I looked around the room.

There were shelves I’d never paid much attention to before. Some held journals. Others held old ledgers and handwritten reports from kings, healers, and advisers who had served long before either of us had

been born.

“Do you think it’s here?” I asked.

“I do.”

“You sound certain.”

“I’ve learned not to believe something never existed simply because I haven’t found it yet.”

His answer made me smile.

“So we keep looking.”

“We keep looking,” he agreed.

He picked up the first journal and placed it on the table between us. I pulled out the chair beside him and opened the cover, hoping today would be the day one forgotten page finally gave us the answer we’d been searching for.

The first journal belonged to a king who had ruled more than three hundred years ago.

Most of the entries had nothing to do with gifts. They spoke of border disputes, harsh winters, poor harvests, and meetings with neighboring packs. Every now and then there was a note about a wolf whose ability had surprised the healers, but none of it sounded familiar.

I turned another page.

Then another.

Hours could disappear this feet them

“Anything? Caus asked without looking up from his own journal

Nothing yet

He nodded once

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He didn’t understand what he witnessed,” he said quietly.

“No.

“But he knew it mattered enough to write down.”

I turned the page.

The handwriting became even smaller.

I leaned closer until my face was only inches from the page. The ink had faded over the years, and some of the words had almost disappeared. Whoever had written this journal hadn’t expected it to survive for centuries. Even so, enough remained for me to follow the account.

“The traveler refused to speak of her family,” I read. “She claimed names could become chains when the wrong wolves learned them.” I paused and looked at Caius. “Why would someone hide something as simple as a name?”

“Because it wasn’t simple,” Caius said. “Keep reading.

I lowered my eyes to the page again. The king described how the traveler stayed for only three nights before disappearing before sunrise. She left no scent anyone could follow, and no warrior was able to track where she had gone. Even the scouts admitted it was as though she had never been there.

“Listen to this,” I said. “He writes that she warned him never to record certain bloodlines where anyone could find them.” I swallowed. “She believed someone was hunting them.”

Caius was silent for a long moment. His eyes stayed on the page as though he was trying to remember something he’d heard years ago. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter than before.

“Turn the page.”

I did exactly that. The next page wasn’t another journal entry. Folded into the binding was a single sheet. that looked older than the journal itself. Someone had tucked it away so carefully that it had remained hidden all this time.

My heart started to race as I unfolded it.

There wasn’t much written on it. Most of the ink had faded beyond recognition, leaving only a handful of lines that could still be read. Near the bottom was, a list of names written in a different hand than the rest

of the page.

I read them once.

Then I read them again.

“Caius…”

He looked at me immediately.

“What is it?”

My eyes stayed fixed on the final line.

It wasn’t a place.

The hidden

It wasn’t a title.

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