Before Donovan left, I got directions to the library. Whenever I didn’t know where to start, research was key. Each pack maintained its own library of books on magic, supernaturals, and anything that might be helpful in future fights. The size of the library showed how long a pack had been around. In a stronghold this old, the library had to be huge. There was no way a pack survived long enough to build a castle without gathering a wealth of knowledge.

There had to be something about this fey monster. He had to have a weakness of some sort because everything had a weakness. I just needed to find his.

And I hoped that finding that weakness would give me a clue as to who—or what—had set Bhrunyz free.

The smell of the books—the vanilla of aging pages and worn leather bindings—hit me before I reached the library. I turned a corner and pushed through the doors. They opened into a sitting room with leather couches and comfy armchairs that I could imagine sinking into for days. A fireplace burned, giving the place a warm, cozy feeling. Spiral staircases were evenly spaced around the room, leading up to the balcony level. There were tables and chairs around, but no artwork. There wasn’t room. Books took up every inch of wall space.

And one circle around the room proved that there wasn’t a computer to be found.

I groaned. This was going to be impossible. There were too many books. If I couldn’t run a search, how in the hell was I supposed to find the information I needed?

My phone buzzed and I pulled it from my pocket.

What I saw on the screen was a bit of shock. Cosette was texting me?

You have to find Bhrunyz.

Right. Text me something that I don’t know. I’m going to do my best.

You don’t understand. He’s meant to be dead. The fey have done you wolves wrong in this. I can’t say much more, but if you succeed my court will owe you a debt. Be sure to make my mother own up to it. It’s important and I could use the help.

Shit. What else could go wrong? But I couldn’t ignore her. You got it. That’s not something I’ll forget.

I watched my phone, waiting for another text, but instead got a big fat nothing.

A tidy desk was stuck in the back corner. Again, no computer, but there was a half-eaten sandwich on a plate which made me think that someone worked here.

“Hello?” I didn’t yell, but if a Were was hiding somewhere in here, they’d hear me.

Silence.