Chapter 54

A month had whisked by since I set my beta, Grinjo, on the task of unraveling the mysteries surrounding the children born on the same day as the potential Celestial one. As I sat in my study, the familiar scent of aged wood enveloping me, Grinjo's report rested in my hands, a parchment that held the insights into the destinies that had unfolded in neighboring packs.

Grinjo had filled me in on the situation with meticulous detail. As I perused the report, it became evident that none of the children seemed to be born to a medic and a skilled warrior. My intuition, it appeared, had proven correct. A subtle satisfaction crept through me, a validation of the instincts that guided the pursuit of the celestial revelation.

"Now for the next phase of my plan," I murmured to myself, the words hanging in the quiet study. I leaned back in my chair, resting my elbows on the mahogany desk, my jaw cradled in my hands. The soft glow of the study lamp cast shadows on the maps and ancient tomes, a backd