DUNCAN
Harris and I managed to search just two of the rooms last night. The first room was filled with the newest journals. They started with Elsie's Mamo, Isla. Then her Ma, Silvis and then my mate.
Three generations of guardians, all marking down weather patterns, visitors and then their private thoughts and musings. The history of our pack is written within the pages of the journals, over a thousand years worth.
I stopped myself from reading Elsie's, it felt like a violation, but both her mother and grandmother had written about their hopes and dreams for the future. They also wrote about the goings-on in the pack, what the Alpha of the time was doing, and whether they agreed with them.
It seemed as though every birth, death, mating and attack was in these journals. I doubt the Alph
