The Luna’s Choice by Kat Silver

Chapter 63: Ayla

Mina and I were leaving the cellar when we ran into Briggs.

“Luna, I need a favor,” he said, “and possibly your help.”

“What’s up?”

“We need to get to the bottom of your father’s research,” he said. “There has to be something in there that can tell us more about what is going on. The others have this handled.”

I nodded. “Okay,” I said. “Let’s go.”

“I have an errand to run,” Mina said. “I want to stop by the lạb and check in on a couple projects.

Mine gave me a hug and Briggs a kiss before heading in the direction of her car. Briggs and I returned to my suite and hauled the trunk out of my bedroom. We pulled everything out and organized it through the living room.

“These are the books that I’ve already been through,” I said. “They’re all about my family or Onyxcrown history of the past two hundred years or so. But I didn’t find anything that appeared to connect with the Greytooth Pack.”

“We may need to go back farther,” he replied, picking up one of the file folders. “Let’s just dig in and see what we find.”

“Maybe we should call Professor Armand over?”

Briggs nodded. “I wouldn’t say no to the extra eyes.”

I sent the professor a message and he said he would be over in a few hours. I got each of us a drink and some snacks and settled in for a long session.

is coming back,” Briggs said cautiously. “He

know what’s in there?” I asked

when we came to rescue you. Something dangerous. I’ll let him tell you

that why you want to focus

He nodded.

I were mates. At first, I just thought it was hopeful thinking. He always admired Alpha Torin. He must have seen something of him

is in here

the afternoon. He was so excited about some of the texts that it didn’t take long before he was completely immersed in the work. As enthusiastic as he was, I was just getting frustrated. My

and, as nice as it was to learn more about my family,

of my moping. “Especially since I did actually write the book on ancient pack architecture. This

I said. “I’m sorry we didn’t think

a grin. “Do you have any pictures of what this mysterious door looks like? You said there were some symbols on it, perhaps I can decipher them.”

Briggs said, picking up his phone and scrolling through. “We

phone to Armand who proceeded

worn,” he said as he grabbed a pad of

the symbols out, making changes as he felt necessary. When he came to a

through some of the books and files, muttering to himself until he found what he was looking for. “I think this is what we are hoping

the book of folklore from his hands. “He read it to

all together.”

picked that particular book,” Professor Armand said, flipping to a particular story.

the leaders of a village that was plagued by attacks from neighboring forces. To save their people, they plead to the moon goddess to save them. The moon goddess responded, turning all the members of the two