"EM, I'VE GOT SOMETHING!"
Emerald spun around, nearly knocking a scroll off the table as she whispered a sharp, "What?"—the fatigue in her bones vanishing like mist as she hurried over.
Nessa was half-buried behind a stack of old atlases, dragging a dusty, thick volume toward her. "Here!" she said breathlessly. "It was stuffed between two outdated lineage logs. I almost didn't see it."
"What is it?"
"It's an old genealogy log. Something about ancient werewolf bloodlines, the rogue kind."
Emerald got to her cousin's side, brushing dust from the leather cover. "Please don't tell me it's another myth book."
"Nope." Nessa opened the book to a dog-eared page, her finger landing on a bold, inked title. "'The Rogue King.'"
Emerald's breath hitched. "It's real…"
"There's a whole chapter on him." Nessa flipped quickly, pages whispering under her hands. "And get this, it starts with a section called: 'Bloodlines and Forgotten Monarchs' and has a subsection called: 'The Exiled Crest.'"
