[35.1] LESSONS IN CURTESY

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For we wolves covet but one thing, and without it, we become undone.

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[SHADE SHADOWS]

I stare at the black covers of the journal, my fingers trace the edges. I know that I am alone, but I still look around as if to ensure I am, before lifting one of the loose boards of the shelves, slipping the journal under the hollow wood on a shelf I am sure to remember.

I cannot walk around with the journal of an old King, but neither can I continue to read those prized pages within the walls of the library.

The possibilities of a master catching me in the act were too far great to risk.

In truth, catching me reading any book may warrant a master's wrath, as I am meant to clean and only clean.

Still, even after understanding all these things, my heart remains greedy and stubborn.

I wish to read more.

For how can he, Xiirian Adonis Prime, the 8th Night Wolf share a loneliness so similar to mine, if he is a king and I am slave and a Keffer?

I had to read more.

I must. It was as if th