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a deep voice read behind me, his breath warm against my ear. I jumped, nearly dropping the book. “Christian!” I slapped the page as I turned around. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” He burst into laughter, loud, unfiltered amusement echoing through the stone-walled archive like a damn drum. “‘Bestowed upon Alpha Theron Blackwood…’” he read in a singsong voice, peering over my shoulder. “Wow, this stuff is riveting. Did you write the footnotes yourself?” “Oh my god,” I muttered, my pulse racing. “It’s not funny.”

“Why do you sound like someone who doesn’t plan to return?” I gave a small smile. “We’ll win,” Kavira said firmly. “And you’ll be there beside her, won’t you?” I nodded. “Of course.” Then, from my cloak, I pulled out the Living Book, its cover still warm and pulsing faintly with magic. I handed it to the Siora. “Keep this safe. For Vireya.” She took it slowly, cradling it like a child, her eyes shining with sorrow. By evening, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow across the sky, the last remnants of the blood moon still lingering like a curse. We had surrounded the packs from every direction. There would be no escape.

I go the opposite way, painstakingly reading each and every title. “Callie!” Alice exclaims excitedly. “I think I found something.” I hurry over, seeing her pull a smaller black book off the shelf. There’s no title on this book, only a gold Baphomet overlaid on the leather. “The Book of the Beast,” I whisper, eyes lighting up. “I think you did find something.” She cracks the spine and I lean over, heart racing. And then the library doors open and close with a boom, echoing throughout the entire room. Alice and I both jump, and she quickly shoves the book into her cloak.

If it hadn't been for the girl who took him away from the Siren, only gnawed bones would have remained of the Chaos. Hunched in the armchair by the blazing fireplace, Nocté hugged her knees and stared at the golden-scarlet flame. The shadows cast on the carpet mixed, turning into two figures: the dark tentacles of one and the body of the other arching with pleasure. Closing her eyes, the girl covered her ears with her palms, Regina's moans echoing in her head were covered by the voices of Agnes and the newt. Nocté shuddered and walked on shaky legs to the door, put her hand on the handle and, pressing herself against the jamb, listened.

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the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

I didn’t understand it. I waited for him in the library, absentmindedly flipping through a book that told the heroic tales of the previous Alphas of Black River that guarded their stolen land against the evil intruders, even though they started as intruders. A conqueror's tale, I snorted, slamming it shut. I wondered how many of these books actually told an unbiased account, but I doubted many, at any of the packs, did. I felt him edge closer. I could hear his soft steps on the carpet now, but still only barely.

“You all right?” “No.” She waited. He smiled faintly. “But I think I will be.” They returned to camp. By noon, preparations for the journey west were complete. Blackwood was waiting. Not for its Alpha. For its people. As Luna mounted her horse, Silas handed her the ancient book. “Why me?” “I’m tired of carrying it.” “That’s your scholarly explanation?”

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