"This is the room of secrets," Ryn muttered as she winked at Emira as they entered the large isolated room.
Emira smiled faintly at that. Even though she knew Ryn said it as a a joke, but Ryn was not wrong. The Scroll Room truly was the room of secrets. Within these walls lay the oldest records in history, every decree, every incident, and every story of the pack that had ever come under the rule of the Stormhold. Generations of memories and truths were written on these scrolls, and Emira could hardly wait to get into them
But as her gaze wandered over the countless shelves, stacked from the floor all the way to the ceiling, Emira felt a moment of hesitation. The sheer number of scrolls was overwhelming that one person could barely hope to sift through.
"Are you scared now?" Ryn teased after a look at her expression, tilting her head and waggling her brows playfully. "Do you want me to shift you to the kitchens instead?"
