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26: Myra

Myra slipped out the side door of the great hall to the empty corridor outside. She hated these types of meetings. Everyone gathered in one place to discuss larger than scale matters. Even if it was regarding the incoming doom, she didn't want to participate. Instead, she had her own scavenger hunt to do.

She peered around as she made her way down the East Wing on the second floor of the Pack House. The archives were never truly off limits by anyone in the Pack, but in order to gain entry, one would need permission from the Queen and King themselves. In order to protect the history buried in those books and aged parchments.

"Most, if not all, that was written was already transferred to our history books. What else could there be?" She grumbled to herself when one door across the hall opened and a Pack Warrior stepped out. A man with blonde hair braided back from his face and sharp hazel eyes. Yet they softened and warmed upon seeing her and inclined his neck respectfully before he
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