Chapter 65 Diary

(Iris)

Holding the evidence of the crazy youth of our parents felt surreal. I sat in the dim light of the attic, surrounded by old, dusty boxes and forgotten memorabilia.

In my hands, I held Elias’s mother’s detailed diary. The leather cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age, but the handwriting inside was clear and neat, chronicling a life I had only heard about.

It seemed to pulse with a life of the past, every word a testament to a time I could scarcely imagine. How could it be that the people I knew as stern, responsible leaders were once so wild and carefree? My fingers traced the delicate script, and I felt a connection spanning decades, linking me to a younger version of our parents.

Alice, Elias’s mother, had been sent to our pack as a girl when Lycans were first starting to encounter enemies they couldn’t handle alone. Her diary began with entries from those early days, capturing her initial fear and excitement. She wrote about the strangeness of leaving her home a