Chapter 4 The Domestic Burglary

The air in Alpha Kaelen's private office was different from the sterile luxury of the Heir Suite. Here, the scent of cold stone and pine Kaelen's Alpha essence was sharp, layered with the faint metallic tang of the Shadow Rot's anxiety, and the dry, smoky smell of burnt candles and tireless work.

This was the engine room of the fortress, and every object held a purpose.Lyra stood beside his heavy, polished desk, the folded parchment from the Archives clutched in her hand.

Kaelen had walked straight to a massive, outdated geological map of the Sunstone Peak mounted on the wall, his back to her, already lost in strategy.

"The code is not a ritual, Alpha, it's a search grid," Lyra stated, laying the parchment flat on the desk. "

The Forbidden Archives only held the map to the real location. The message states: 'Seek Seven Truths in the Alpha's Keep.'

Kaelen turned, his molten gold eyes scanning the cryptic text, then the diagram showing the Vault's location near the mountain core.

"My Keep," Kaelen murmured, his hand running along the edge of his desk. "My study, my personal suite, and the adjoining archives. This is the only place in the entire fortress that is not warded against external magic, only internal Pack interference. They built the key right into the highest security zone."

"It means the seven items the 'Truths' are likely objects that symbolize the original pact between the Alpha and the ancient shamanic leaders,"

Lyra analyzed, her thief's mind already cataloging the room. "And if they are 'truths,' they won't be in the ancient, public records. They'll be private, sentimental, or strategically vital."

"It's a secondary, physical lock," Kaelen confirmed, his voice low and tight.

"A challenge to the Alpha who must access the Vault. It requires seven specific objects, placed in a specific sequence, to trigger the final opening mechanism. And since my uncle, Veridian, has been hunting the Vault's location for years, we have to assume he knows about these 'Truths' as well. He may have already stolen one."

Lyra's gaze swept the room, taking in the severe aesthetics. "We have to inventory your entire suite, Alpha, right now. I need to know what belongs, what is missing, and what is a subtle plant."

Kaelen didn't hesitate. He simply nodded and walked over to a heavy wooden cabinet recessed into the wall. "Start with the obvious. We have maybe twenty-four hours before Veridian moves on his advantage. I will focus on strategic locations; you focus on personal artifacts."

The Domestic Burglary began. It was the most intimate and awkward mission Lyra had ever undertaken.Kaelen's office was a fortress of organized thought. Lyra moved like a shadow, her hands instinctively seeking out hollow spaces, loose joints, and objects placed just slightly off the perfect alignment.She started with the book collection not the ancient tomes from the Archives, but Kaelen's own working library. Behind a series of heavy history books, she found a false backing.

It wasn't a hidden compartment; it was a simple triptych of cedar wood, unadorned and worn smooth by years of handling.

"First item," Lyra whispered, presenting the wood to Kaelen, who was busy trying to decipher an obscure inscription on his mantelpiece. "Hidden, personal, and profoundly simple. Likely an original carving or contract from the founders."

Kaelen took the wood, his scarred fingers brushing hers. "The Founders' Triptych. It symbolizes the Triple Oath-Loyalty, Sacrifice, and Sovereignty. This is Truth One."

Lyra moved to the desk. The drawers were heavy and locked, but her skills were innate, not dependent on the use of her light.

She didn't use tools; she used feel and precision, quickly discerning the locking mechanism.The drawers yielded a weapon a dagger with a beautifully crafted bone handle, but its blade was chipped and dull. It was clearly not for combat.

"A ritual weapon," Lyra observed, lifting it carefully. "The wear suggests it's been used frequently, perhaps for blood oaths or symbolic cuts."

Kaelen glanced at it. "The Blade of Binding. Every Alpha uses it to mark his oath to the Sunstone. It requires the sacrifice of a portion of life force to keep the Peak stable."

He took the blade, his jaw tightening. "My father died holding this, shortly after its last use. Truth Two."

Lyra felt a sudden spike of empathy, quickly suppressed. Kaelen wasn't just a political puppet; he was the successor to a blood sacrifice. The weight of his loneliness was palpable in this office.She moved to the most suspicious object in the room: a large, unlit bronze lantern on the central floor. It was too heavy, too ornate, and utterly out of place with the room's severe decor. She knelt, running her hands over the metal base.

"The weight distribution is wrong," she stated. "It's hollow beneath the base."She tried to lift it, but it was anchored. Lyra closed her eyes, not projecting her light, but using her hyper-developed Reflected Senses the rogue skill that allowed her to read energy flows and stress points. She felt the tiny tension of a pressure plate.

"Stand back, Alpha," she commanded softly.She pressed down on a specific point on the floor tile adjacent to the lantern. The massive bronze cylinder gave a deep thunk and the outer shell slid up, revealing an inner core: a simple, unadorned stone mortar and pestle. The mortar still held the faint, sweet scent of ground herbs not spices, but ancient medicines.

"The Shaman's tools," Kaelen breathed, approaching the revealed pedestal. "Used by the first Elder, before the Rot. They mixed the stabilizing paste for the Sunstone. Truth Three."

Lyra stood up, dusting off her hands. They had found three truths quickly. But the next search was going to be the most dangerous-the private archive section of Kaelen's office, sealed behind a heavy, reinforced door Lyra recognized as being soundproofed.Kaelen led the way, inserting a key into the second door.

"This is where I keep my tactical plans and private correspondence. I can only assume the remaining four Truths are related to specific failures or secrets the Pack has tried to bury."

The room was smaller, lined with steel filing cabinets and a computer terminal. Lyra's eyes immediately went to a small, framed photograph on a far wall-the only non-strategic item in the room.It was a picture of a younger Kaelen, maybe sixteen, flanked by two figures: his father, the previous Alpha, and a beautiful woman with hair the color of midnight and eyes the same molten gold as Kaelen's. The woman's face was obscured by a deliberate, messy tear in the paper.

"The woman," Lyra whispered, approaching the photograph. "Who is she?"

Kaelen didn't flinch. "My mother, Luna. She left the Pack when I was twelve. Her name is Elara."

"And the truth?" Lyra pressed. "Why is her face torn out?"

"Because she was the first to predict the Shadow Rot's return," Kaelen admitted, his voice hardening. "She was deemed a heretic and ostracized. The official Pack record says she died of a fever."

Lyra touched the torn edge. "This represents the Truth of Betrayal the first flaw in the Alpha's faith. Truth Four."They quickly worked their way through the rest of the private room. Lyra, using her precision and attention to detail, found the remaining truths:Truth Five: The Sunstone Ledger. Hidden in a hollowed out legal scroll, a small ledger detailing the names of every Beta family whose Wolf Light had been secretly drained to sustain the Crystal's early pulse a list of silent sacrifices. Kaelen confirmed it as the Truth of Sacrifice.

Truth Six: The Unwritten Rule. Tucked inside Kaelen's private armory, a small, worn piece of parchment containing a single sentence in archaic language: The Alpha must never love what is weak. Kaelen identified it as the Truth of Solitude-the burden of an Alpha.Truth Seven: The False Scroll. Finally, Lyra noticed a flaw in the binding of Kaelen's current 'official' prophecy scroll. Inside, hidden beneath the fake parchment, was a sliver of dark, polished basalt.

"This stone," Lyra said, holding it up, "it feels dead, inert. What is it?"

Kaelen took the stone, his eyes widening. "The Shard of Non-Being. It was what the original Alpha used to test the first Binding a piece of the mountain that rejects all Wolf Light. It ensures that the weapon in the Vault cannot be wielded by a wolf driven by power, only by necessity. This is the Truth of Necessity."

Lyra gathered the seven items onto the desk: the Triptych, the Blade, the Shaman's Tools, the Torn Photo, the Ledger, the Unwritten Rule, and the Shard of Non-Being."Seven Truths, Alpha,"

Lyra announced, the weight of the objects feeling heavier than any gold she had ever stolen. "Now, we need the final piece of the code: The Path is the Price."

Kaelen's eyes, fixed on the seven objects that represented the failure and sorrow of his Pack's history, were suddenly alight with fierce intelligence."The price," he repeated, looking up at the geological map.

"The Vault is deep in the core. The path to the core is the Sunstone Spire itself. The price is access, Lyra. The Path is the Price means we have to use these seven truths in a way that pays a price to the fortress itself, specifically to the spire."

He looked at her, his golden eyes intense. "We are going to have to insert them into the spire's supporting structure. And the spire is guarded by Master Jareth, who is currently asleep outside your door."

Lyra felt the chill of the challenge. "The Purification Proximity. The path we need is directly through the most public, most guarded part of the fortress. And the price we have to pay is waking the watchdog."

Kaelen gave a rare, grim smile. "Exactly. And we need to move fast. I can feel the frequency of the Shadow Rot amplifier growing weaker your interference worked, but Veridian will notice the drop in power and correct it by dawn. We go tonight, Lyra. We are taking the first step on the path."