C21 Regan

Brent’s expression as he came in the front door was sour—even for him. “Can you take this up to Charlie?” I asked, thrusting the thick volume into his hands as I walked out of the library.

“What is it?” He peered down at the weathered spine even though we both already knew. There was only one book that looked like that. The pack law book was thick and old. Maybe even older than Thill