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SERAPHINA POV We all stopped, just as 12 werewolves in wolf form walked out of the woods to surround us. Every step we went to make in any direction earned us another growl. I knew some of these wolves, Lilith was sending me the reminder of their scents from the only time I was in a pack. All the thing I just told the guys and some of the other stuff that happened there came back. It wasn't a very nice pack, the Alpha was but the pack itself was terrible. "Nix, Seb these wolves.. these wolves they come from that pack I was in at 14."

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The library had revealed its secrets to me, and I would seize this opportunity to uncover the truth, no matter the challenges that lay ahead. As I delved deeper into the mystical pages of the book, my eyes alighted upon a page that trembled with ancient knowledge. My breath hitched, and my heart quickened as I read the words that seemed to leap off the parchment. The page revealed a hidden truth, a forgotten chapter in the history of the City of Grapetown. It spoke of an era long past, when the streets I walked upon were dominated by the majestic presence of werewolves. These noble creatures, born with the moon's touch upon their souls, had once reigned supreme in the shadows, their power un

Most of the books were more ledgers than anything, records of the pack’s history, but there was small section of classic books, some of which appeared to be first editions. Feeling a little excited over the prospect I searched the title, looking at the familiar names, the literary classics, before stopping on a title I had never heard of by an author I didn’t know. I was a big reader I always had been, so it was rare for me to come across an old book that held no recognition whatsoever. With a careful touch I pulled the leather-bound book from the shelf and read through the blurb finding myself amused as I discovered that the book was story of werewolves, apparently written by a human, a fan

Lya The book I had found on my bed was interesting, to say the least. It had been wrapped in an old cloth, and the warmth under my skin when I skimmed my hand over the cover confirmed it was embossed with silver. Given it seemed to be a book about werewolves, and we had a sensitivity to silver, that was a peculiar choice. I wondered if it was filled with information they didn’t want just anyone reading. I hadn’t gotten much into the book - just the introduction of the Wulver Pack, its location, and when it came into existence - when there was a knock on the door. I went over to open it, not at all surprised that Oliver was on the other side.

I feel as drawn to them as I do to Leo. I reach out and touch the top book, and I swear to god it glows under my touch. I don’t need to read the book. It tells me what is in it. It’s like an information overload in my brain.it shows me the history of the were people back to the day the witches cursed the first human to be a were-wolf and live as two half creatures until now.

He stomps inside the room, searching for something in the bookshelves. “Why did he let you read that? You should read about the caste system of the pack, as well as the creatures that coexist with us here in the land of humans,” he rants before grabbing a brown leather-bound book and opening it to a specific page. He gives it to me and takes the other book away. “See here? This is about the different supernatural. This part here is specific for the wolves.” “Was there something wrong with the other book?” I ask curiously.

As we walked, the soft thud of our footsteps echoed through the solemn space. Jeremiah, a wise and weathered wolf with a graying muzzle, carried an ancient book in his hands. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. We reached a magnificent wooden table, carved with the same designs, and Jeremiah gently placed the book upon it. "Lyra," he began, his voice deep and resonant, "this book holds the secrets of our pack's legacy, and within its pages lies the tale of the Silver Werewolf." My curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes fixed on the book. "Tell me, Jeremiah," I said, my voice filled with anticipation. "What is the story of the Silver Werewolf?"

I asked, remembering when Ariella had said we were under attack. " He did it to protect everyone" " Are everybody here wolves" " Yes" he pointed to the book on the bed and I took it. The front of the book read Lycanthropy. " You found the book" " I did, and I didn't know when to give it to you, I think now would be a good time for you to read it" I opened the book slowly and got to the first chapter. The origin of Lycans and werewolves, I glanced through the book, but closed the book back, having a thought In mind

Chapter Thirty-eight. Diana's pov The history section was just as large as any other section, and just as dusty. I swiped my hands over the books not knowing which one to go through first, I decided to just pick a random book. “THE SERVANTS OF THE MOON GODDESS,” the title read, the book contained werewolves and how they were meant to serve the moon goddess, that's to say we had definitely lost history because no one did these things anymore. We're serving the Lycans instead.