Eleanor's POV
The next day
The car hummed steadily as Mira navigated the city streets. I was in the passenger seat, staring out the window, while Roxy lounged in the back.
"Okay, run it by me again," Roxy said, kicking the back of my seat lightly. "What are we doing, and why am I the designated third wheel on this field trip?"
Mira didn't take her eyes off the road. "We're helping Eleanor look for answers about her actual identity."
Roxy snorted. "And how are we supposed to do that? Put up 'Missing: Real Family' flyers?"
"We're going to the Grand Library inside the Enchanted Museum," Mira explained calmly. "It holds archived histories and records on all known supernatural lineages. If we can identify what specific kind of werewolf Eleanor is, we might be able to trace her actual family."
The words "actual family" sent a jolt of mixed fear and longing through me. "I'm... not even sure I want to know," I admitted quietly. "Everything is happening so fast."
