Part 65

“What do you mean by problems?” Ethan beat me to it, curiosity written all over his face, leaning forward.

“It doesn’t end well?” I winced as those words slipped out of my mouth, biting my tongue.

“Well…yes. It’s a tragedy buried so deeply that rarely anyone alive knows about it.”

The hardcover burned in my hands the longer I stared, tears blurring my vision. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Ethan, hawk-eyed, lips pursed in a single line and brows furrowed. The Alpha had difficulty taking all this, just like me, but he handled it better.

At least for now. I thought shakily, averting my stare toward Daniel. He leaned against the stone wall and bought his knees to his chest; chin propped down.

“The book…you can take it with you and read when you get back.”

On instinct, I tightened the grip on the cover, nails digging around the bounds. “T-Thank you.”

“It was the only existing copy after the great war fifty years ago. There are no more copies.”

The way he worried his bottom lip whi