EMMA
At first, I thought I had gone to the wrong room.
A guard stood before the door like a statue, his posture was rigid and he wore an unreadable expression. My eyes darted past him to the carved frame and brass handle, and yes—this was the familiar entrance to the records room.
He inclined his head politely, but when I stepped forward, his body shifted, cutting off my path.
"I'm sorry, Luna," he murmured, his tone respectful but immovable. "No one is allowed past this point."
I blinked, taken aback.
"What do you mean?" My brows knit together. "I've been here before. Stefan let me in."
Opening my palm, I revealed the key Stefan had given me, its metallic sheen catching the light.
The guard's gaze flicked to it, regret flashing in his eyes before he shook his head. "Even so, Luna, my orders stand. The Beta was clear, only he and the Alphas may enter."
