Book About Horseback Librarians Novels & Stories

If only she was Vixen. I stepped into the library, Libby immediately coming into view. She bowed on spotting me. “Alpha Kael, welcome.” “I see the Library is empty, as always.” She nodded. “No one comes here anymore. Everything they need is on the internet most times.” It was probably for the best. The pack house library contained crucial information that shouldn't be made public. Especially the archives. “The founders day celebration is nearby. I need the book of historical records.” “Oh, the book is in the restricted section of the archive.” She pointed to the closed door on the left.

Werewolves specifically. Most hunters dismissed those books as myths and fairy tales. Pa had even ordered many of them to be removed from the main library years ago, saying they only filled young hunters' heads with nonsense. But he hadn't burned them. He had simply locked them away. I slowly sat up. "If there's an explanation, it has to be there." The room was still dark as I slipped out quietly. The compound slept peacefully, unaware that someone was wandering its halls before dawn. I knew exactly where I was going. The abandoned archive. A small stone storage room tucked behind the old training hall. Almost no one came here anymore.

Currently there were people traversing the vast and dangerous wilderness as they sought to get to Asher City. Four horses traveled at a speed so fast that the naked eye would only see blurry images of them. Two of these horses only carried luggage, with each of the two carrying two large bags. The other two horses carried people. There were four people in total – three males and a female – and each horse carried two of them. These people were Ivor, Lam, Mane and Lily. Ivor and Lam shared one horse. The large stature of Red Maned Horses made it so that even Ivor’s large build was easily accommodated and Lam didn’t feel uncomfortable. Mane and Lily shared the other Red Maned Horse. But unlike

Carline shouted and waved at the man while smiling so I lowered her hand. I looked at Astrielle and she just snorted as if unaffected. Alas! we finished our enrollment at one o'clock and we went round and round until we ended up in the school library. I went to the history area and asked the librarian about Lycans and other books with regards to wolves while my two friends are at the main library sofa. "We don't have any records about the Lycans, but maybe the museum has them. There are books there that are not in the town's archives. Don't tell others that I said it, because I might get caught..." said the librarian.

Finally, I decided that I simply wouldn’t sleep at all. My mind kept wandering back to the forum thread that I found about the book on the Golden Wolf. It was supposedly extremely rare, and possibly didn’t even exist. But I had a feeling that I could find it. There was a private library in the city that was only open to the highest class of werewolves. I had never been there before myself, but it was common knowledge that the librarian lived there, and she had an enormous collection of rare and banned books. It was late, but I didn’t care; I needed to see her now.

I spent the whole day looking for answers. I wrote down all the basic and important points that I could find in all of those books. The librarian was a good help. I didn't ask anyone else to help me out. Librarian was an old man who had served the Dark Crescent Moon pack as a warrior in his young age. According to him, it was his way of serving the pack by polishing the future.