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I stayed curled up in my room, heart thudding against my ribs like a warning drum. Two days passed in silence. Then, one lazy afternoon, I made my way to Xareth’s office. I knocked once before stepping in. The room smelled of ink and cold metal. My eyes flicked to the glass cabinet behind him, and there it was. The living book. Just sitting there, in a cage. “What is it?” Xareth asked, his tone clipped. “I’ve finished all the books in my room,” I said with practiced calm. “I was wondering if I could get more.”

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

I like taking my time, that way, I can get used to the idea of living with Xander. Sitting behind the counter in the bookstore, I listen to Vincent talking to his cars while I place an order for new books. One of those books is The Art of War by Sun Tsu. I want to read it and see why Alexei loves it so much. My thoughts turn to the BBQ, and I must admit, I enjoyed it a lot. And Rosemarie was right. Everyone seemed pretty normal. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe guns and men smoking cigars while plotting the end of the world?

But would they help me protect Orion and seek revenge? I roamed around the library, picking out books from several different sections. A hefty stack was piled in one arm by the time I’d finished—for now—and I narrowed my selection down to three. No pleasure reading this time, I was on a mission. One was a text on abnormal supernatural biology. Another covered the mythology of chimeras, strange creatures featuring numerous animal and human parts. The last was a history of dark witches. After stashing the remaining books on a side table, I climbed back up to the third floor and eased into the hall. The corridor was empty and quiet except for… Was that music?

Possibly even the same advanced zombies who’d gone to Megan’s store earlier that day. I held my breath and waited for the elevator to move before I tiptoed down the remaining steps. Crouching low, I peered into the darkened foyer and adjacent hall for signs of more bodies moving about. When I didn’t see any, I raced to my medical office and pulled open the cabinet where I kept the recently amply stocked supply of GHB and filled three syringes with it. Not knowing how many were in the house, I stuffed a few viles of it in my robe pocket, along with a few empty syringes. If need be, I could always reuse a syringe. It wasn’t like I needed to worry about contamination with these animated dea

He ordered when he saw us taking a step forward to approach him. We stayed where we were as he got down on the floor to get a better look at the book. His hands were mostly covered in bandages so he simply reached for the book as we all watched in anticipation. I had half expected something sinister to crawl out of the book but no such thing happened. He simply touched the leather cover of the book and ran his finger over the spine. The bandages on his hand came in handy as he did not touch the book directly. “Yes, just like I predicted, it has turned into the book of the dark” Xenos spoke grimly while trying not to touch the book.

FINAL DAY OF THE AWAKENING Chaos’s P.O.V I was awoken by the beating of drums and the echoes of a chant you rarely heard even back in our home realm. A chant that was as old as time itself. I turned to find Xavier leaning against the headboard with his eyes squeezed shut.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

She asked me again. I nodded. " She just got in before you" she said and I quickly say thank you to her. I quickly roamed my eyes to find her. I went to the science bookshelf because I know she loved evolution. I'm now in the origins section and while looking at her, I accidentally hold someone's hands and she was surprised. Of course, I was shocked too because we get the same book. It's about Origins of Werewolves and Human. " Mr.Reid?! Are you following me?" She furiously asked me.

Her hands tightened on the book as she held it up to her chest, tightly. Her legs shook slightly as she made her towards the chair. The scent of tobacco and rain filled her nostrils, registering a name at the back of her head. Xandros. She gulped. In all of her lives both in her imagination and reality, never had she expected to see Xandros sleeping. In a library of all places. A book was opened before him and she could see the title atop on of the pages. Tales of the dark. It was a book for Lycans. She could make that out, not that she would understand a shit about it. What she knew about them were the stories told. Nothing more.