Interesting. I wondered if maybe his curls and round baby face came from a sprite, but I pushed his looks out of my mind. It didn’t really matter. All I needed to know was how to stop the fey monster. “I can help if—”

“I’m the curator here. Wouldn’t want to have to undo any mis-sorting you made to my books.” His sneer was back.

Maybe he was particular about his books, but he was still being a dick.

“Fine.” I bit the word out. “I appreciate the help.”

This was the third pack member that I’d actually talked to, and I had to make a good impression. Even if he was being rude.

Feidhelm grunted and started up the closest staircase. “Sit.” He pointed again.

Obeying his command wasn’t something I could do. Not unless I wanted it getting out that the pack librarian was more alpha than me. Which he wasn’t.

I leaned against one of the tables. “I’ll wait here.” As soon as he started piling books in front of me, I started reading.

Hours later, I finally gave up and sat down. The mountain of books surrounding me was so tall I couldn’t see around them, and I still hadn’t found one mention of Bhrunyz. I was starting to wonder if this Feidhelm was helping or just bringing me random books.

“This should hold you for a while.”

It would hold me for a decade. “Thanks.” The word was sharp, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. I waited until he turned his back before saying, “You know, the whole card catalog thing is really outdated. You could get computers for that. It would be much faster.”

He glanced back at me with a haughty look. “We have a computer, but it’s only for pack members. Which you are not.”

The library door slammed behind him, leaving me in perfect silence.

What an asshole. Not a pack member? I soon would be, and then he and I were going to have a serious talk.

But, honestly, I was glad he was gone. Having him stare over my shoulder had been getting on my nerves. And now that he’d left, I might actually be able to find something. Only it would take me forever to go through all these books on my own.

I didn’t trust Feidhelm. Not one bit. And not just because he was rude. It was almost as if by giving me too many books—and maybe not even the right books—he was covering something up.