Caleb POV
The old book burst into flames the moment I opened it.
I jumped back from the library desk, watching centuries-old pages turn to ash in seconds. The fire wasn't regular - it burned silver and made no sound at all. When the fires died, only one page remained, floating in the air like a ghost.
"What the hell?" I muttered, reaching for the floating page.
The moment my fingers touched it, words appeared on the paper in glowing letters. But they weren't in any language I recognized. They twisted and moved like living things, making my eyes hurt to look at them.
Then suddenly, I could read them.
The Void Walkers were not destroyed. They were imprisoned. The lock needs three keys: Pack Magic, Wild Magic, and Ancient Magic. When the keys join, the prison opens. When they split, it closes.
My blood turned to ice. Pack Magic - that was us, the werewolves. Wild Magic had to be something else. And Ancient Magic...
"Oh no," I whispered. "Lily's sacrifice was one of the keys."
