The Luna Queen's Rebirth (Ellie and Dominic) novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261

Ellie’s POV

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The Lycan Heritage Museum was not what I expected at all. I’d assumed it would be more institutional, perhaps the type of place with fluorescent lights humming overhead and the smell of fresh paper in the air.

Instead, I found myself driving up the long, gravel driveway of an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.

The curator, who introduced himself as Edmund when I arrived, met me at the door. He was older, somewhere in his sixties, with reading glasses pushed up on his forehead and kind eyes beneath bushy eyebrows.

“I can’t quite say how long it’s been since we had a visitor,” he said, shaking my hand with both of his larger, more weathered ones. “Especially a-Luna!”

I smiled. “This is a lovely place, Edmund.”

He grinned. “Thank you. It’s been in my family for generations.”

As he led me inside, he told me that the property was historic, built a few hundred years ago. Edmund and his wife, Priscilla, lived in the apartment upstairs and graciously offered to let me stay with them. I accepted.

Once I had settled in, Edmund began showing me around the museum. The first floor of the house had been repurposed for the storage and display of various Lycan artifacts; everything from art to pottery to a basement archive filled with documents.

Apparently, Lycans were simply a special interest of Edmund’s. He held no personal ties to the ancient packs than mere curiosity and joy derived from their stories and art.

I liked him immediately, of course.

The first floor of the farmhouse had been gutted and reorganized into a series of connected rooms, each one dedicated to a different aspect of Lycan history. Display cases lined the walls. Edmund led me through the first two rooms, which outlined Lycan pack structure, hierarchy, and a small gift shop with trinkets and keychains, then led me into a smaller room at the back that felt different from the others,

“And this is the Ashmoore collection,” Edmund said, gesturing around the room. “Most of it came from a private estate sale about twenty years ago. The family had been holding onto it for generations and finally decided they didn’t want the responsibility anymore.” He shook his head slightly. “Their loss.”

The cases in this room were smaller and more densely packed. I moved slowly along the first one, taking it all in. There were pieces of jewelry that were made of heavy, dark metal set with stones I didn’t recognize A ceremonial knife with a handle carved from something that looked like bone. Several documents under glass, handwritten and well-preserved for their age.

I spotted what looked like a journal entry from the princess. It was dated to several hundred years ago, and outlined a typical day for her.

“Woke up,” she wrote. “Broke fast-bread and fish. Not my favorite.”

I snorted softly. Edmund came to stand beside me.

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“I see you’ve found Aylin’s journal,” he said. “She was the first daughter of the Ashmoore bloodline. There’s some debate about the exact dates, but the scholarly consensus puts her first life in the fourth century.”

He pointed to a portrait on the wall, which depicted a young wornan with pale eyes and dark hair pulled back from her face.

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