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He hugged me back for a moment and then straightened. “Would you like to see our library? It’s very nice, my great grandmother had it built.” “I’d love to,” I said. The library was amazing. it covered two stories of the manor, with shelves lining an open balcony and rolling ladders spaced around to help reach books higher up. There were tables for studying, several of which were occupied by wolves I recognized as some of Ethan’s guards. There were little reading nooks in odd corners, with plush chairs and reading lights, and a few odd little nests of pillows and blankets set near the windows.

Storm had told me this was the only place where there were still books on paper; the rest was all digital. "I’d like to know about the war and the Winter Bone pack." I said. Eve sighed, "Well, I can tell you a bit about that, if you like. I'll try to find some books about the history after if that's fine. " I smiled at Eve, "I’d love to hear it." She looked around the library and closed the doors. "Okay, so this is a secret. I trust you to keep it to yourself." I nodded. "I will keep my mouth shut."

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

Chapter ten Elara's POV The human library smelled like dust and central heating and the particular stillness of a place where no one was in a hurry. I had never been inside one before. Wolf packs kept their histories in private archives — oral records, sealed ledgers, things that did not leave the territory and were not shared with people who hadn't earned the right to them. The idea of a building where anyone could walk in off the street and read about anything they wanted had seemed, the first time Nessa mentioned it, faintly reckless. Like leaving the doors unlocked. Like trusting the world not to take what you'd left out in the open.

But considering the current scenario… “Your choice of subject sire?” the librarian asked. Ahem! Arthur cleared his throat. “Wolves and mates,” Arthur whispered so softly that the librarian had to lean in. “True mates.” “Identification or rituals or both,” the librarian hissed back. “Both,” Arthur mouthed the word. The librarian nodded and left. As Arthur waited at one of the reading desks, the librarian bustled back with at least half a dozen books. “These,” the librarian spoke as he arranged them in a particular order, “are in the reading order. You should get all required information in book one, but you can more information in others as well.”

After he was gone, Liana asks me whether I had any specific book in mind, and when I mentioned mages, she guided me to the last aisle. “This is the only section we have,” she murmurs, sounding almost apologetic. I plaster a small smile in reply. The library is more like a storeroom for books than anything else. It’s not big enough to fit all the books, so some are lying unattended, stacked on top of each other. She goes back to her desk while I scan the spines starting from the topmost shelf. I feel smug at seeing the not-so-good conditions of the books. Our library has red-bound books. One title catches my attention. I tip-toe and take it out.

He hissed, staggering, but didn’t drop the makeshift weapon. Books exploded from the Librarian’s chest like shrapnel—fat tomes spinning end‑over‑end, paperbacks whistling like bricks, and loose pages turning to razor‑edged confetti. “Down!” Grant shouted. We hit the drift. A dictionary the size of a concrete block shrieked past my ear, slamming into the ground where my head had been, crushing a mound of pages into paste. The librarian reared back, chains writhing. “AUTHORS ARE RESOURCES,” it thundered. “NOT OPERATORS. NOT FREE.”

With a faint smile, I decided to explore the shelves, my curiosity piqued by the prospect of uncovering hidden secrets within the pages of dusty tomes. My first class teacher would have to forgive me. Approaching the front desk, I greeted the librarian, a stern-looking woman peering at me over the rim of her glasses. "Excuse me, do you have any books on magic beasts?" I inquired, trying to sound nonchalant despite the excitement bubbling within me. The librarian's expression softened slightly, her curiosity evident as she regarded me. "Magic beasts, you say?" She murmured, her gaze assessing me intently before nodding towards a distant corner of the library. "You'll find what you're looking

Something Liam recommended after asking him for books my mother must have read. It was filled with stories of queens who lost everything, kings who broke under the crown and kings who abdicated the throne and the constant war between packs. I turned the pages without really reading, constantly rubbing my eyes to soothe the ache in them. After hours of flipping through the pages in silence, the first noise came from the jangling keys of a librarian. She was leaving. She brought me a cup of tea and placed it by my side. “You’ve been here all day. Are you sure you won’t leave and return tomorrow?”

As they retreated from the assembly, the enchanted forest whispered its acknowledgment—a seamless continuation of the story of Nampa, where the cycles of life and leadership wove together in harmony. Luna, surrounded by the familiar scent of old parchment and ink, entered her personal library with the Book of Luna in hand. The shelves were lined with volumes chronicling the history of Nampa and her own remarkable journey. The soft glow of the room's enchanted crystals cast a warm ambiance, creating an intimate atmosphere.