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October arrived like a slow exhale. The property settled into its autumn rhythm — leaves turning on the oak tree from green to amber to deep, burning red, the garden releasing its last abundance before the cold came, the retreat center wrapping itself in wool blankets and woodsmoke and the particular kind of interiority that shorter days invited. The women who came to the center in autumn always seemed different from the summer arrivals. Summer brought urgency, the need to escape before the heat broke them entirely. Autumn brought something quieter. A recognition. A willingness, finally, to sit with what was true.

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

“And this. I heard Miss Autumn likes antique texts—I happen to have one in my collection. Bring it to her.” “Alright.” Though Stellar found their enthusiasm a bit unusual, she simply chalked it up to kindness. Later, during her lunch break, she shared the cakes with Autumn and passed along the book, relaying her grandparents’ words. Autumn was clearly touched. “Please thank them for me. When I have the time, I’ll be sure to visit them myself.” She cradled the book gently, flipping through its pages with obvious delight, then picked up a piece of the cake and took a bite.

AUTUMN'S POV I probably looked lost for the rest of the day as I racked my brain over the name thing. I was trying to think about the forms I’d filled out. I was pretty confident that I’d used the name Ava, so how did a certain Mr Cage know that my name is Autumn? Especially since the only other person/creature who knows my name is a wolf. Which also sounds absolutely bonkers. “You look like you’re a million miles away,” Amery commented beside me. I was on my way to the car.

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Natasha Kristina and I sit in the middle of her living room with papers sprawled out around us. We have used our time wisely, choosing fall reading books that will hopefully challenge and inspire our young readers. We have a few hours left of planning and then we should be all ready. We are just starting to go over the flyers, trying out some themes that might entice some participants this year. “How about ‘fall into reading’ ‘fall into the books’ ‘don't leaf a book unread’?” Kristina asks.

But my father had been. He used to say that books were like gardens of the mind — places you could walk into when the real world had nothing left to offer. And maybe that’s what she needed right now. A new place to hide, one untouched by Lucien’s cruelty. I found the one I had been thinking of — The Legend of Winterlight — tucked in the back of a high shelf. Its spine was worn, the pages yellowed, but the story inside was timeless. A tale about a cursed forest, a silver stag, and a girl who saved herself by believing in something no one else could see.

The autumn air grew cold and bitter late that autumn, clinging to the edges of the cottage where Adrian and Elara wrapped themselves in a woollen shawl of warmth. Leaves blew outside, whirling from the bare trunks of trees to the ground like nature's goodbye before winter arrived. Adrian's weathered hand rested against hers, his fingers following the curve of her knuckles as they soaked in a silent by the fire.

Every damn day, they show up in skirts that could not legally be considered professional clothing, shirts that clung to their curves and heels that clicked on the tiled floor with every step they take. Two best friends, always together laughing and giggling, I have always imagined how pleasant it would be to hear them moan and beg for more. I took a deep breath of frustration and looked at my rock hard cock again. There is no day I don't leave work with a hard on. I pulled out a pack of cigarettes from my drawer and stepped out of my office to have a smoke, it usually calms the raging storm inside of me. “Do you think he even smiles?”

Ivy wanted to claim a mate bond that Nathan’s conscious mind rejected. And I was caught in the middle of all of it, wanting something I couldn’t have and rejecting something I should want. I cried until I had no tears left, until my eyes were swollen and my throat was raw. Then I just sat there in the darkness, holding myself together as best I could and wondering how everything had gotten so impossibly complicated. The sun was starting to rise outside my window, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. “I need to go out”