Maisie
I stood on my toes at the very top rung of the ladder, one hand braced against the last shelf in against the stone wall, the other reaching for a dust-coated tome that continued to remain just out of reach.
The ladder wobbled.
So did I.
I hissed through my teeth and stretched a little farther, my fingers grazing the spine by a whisper before slipping uselessly away. Annoying, considering I had gained a few inches since my transition and should have been tall enough by now to stop being bullied by bookshelves.
I had been in the archives section of the library for more than an hour, losing myself in genealogy records that stretched back two thousand years. Old names. Old bloodlines. Fallen Lycan houses. Entire werewolf and human dynasties that got wiped out with time.
