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"I am not sure how to explain everything to Olliver. I mean, since he met Schuyler, he knows there's a connection between the two, but he is still just a five-year old..." Craig sighed as Abigail explained her concerns but it was Schuyler who answered, "Why should he understand anything right away?" The teenager was just returning to the living room after settling Olliver in the adjoining room with book. Schuyler was pleased to see that Olliver was more interested in the rows and rows of books available in the room rather than the piles of video games. When Olliver had settled down with a book on rare flesh-eating plants around the world, Schuyler had returned and overheard Abigail talking.

Chapter 64 Witness WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Can the pack members be even more stupid than they already are? Oliver felt helpless and weak just thinking of the unconscious man and they even added to his list of problems. He dismissed the warrior who reported to him and focused himself on what was in front of him, a pile of papers.

I explain further. “Witchcraft, is involved. It may be more dangerous than we realize,” he mumbles as he stands and pulls out a red velvet book from one of the filing cabinets and starts flicking through the pages. “Fuck,” Oliver hisses, I look over to him and raise a questioning eyebrow.

Oh, she was going to love this. “But where have you been all this while?” Olivera asked, picking up the book that had called unto her earlier, the book that had been in the deepest part of the knapsack bag. She had guessed that perhaps the magic in the book and hers was on the same resonating frequency. ‘I’ve been subdued. I’m not sure by what. I can’t tell. But it’s actually recently, two weeks ago that I had been able to come up for air.’ Olivera paused on opening the book. Her transition into Raul’s pack had really kickstarted the process. At least she was grateful to him for that.

It was so quiet, he could hear the clock's hands moving, the only thing breaking the complete silence. Oliver was in his nightshirt, reading the book he'd taken from Tennyson's study. He'd never read Dickens before, but he was sure that wasn't the real reason why he couldn't really follow the narrative, the words and letters in front of him were only black spots on the white paper, making no sense whatsoever , as his mind kept drifting to what had happened earlier today.

We spent the rest of the afternoon there, digging up quite some distance into the hole I was about to give up when forest started barking even harder, whimpering over and over again as he sniffed at the ground and continued digging. He was acting strange, we were getting close to whatever he wanted us to see, I dug up even faster till my hand touched a sack. It was brown and dirty but there was a sack and there had to be something inside. Forest stepped away and watched as I tried brushing off as much sand as I could from the edges of the sack till I managed to pull it out. I fell back on my ass with the force of pulling it out. The sack held something huge. A book.

Did he think that if he waited for the three years, she would somehow forgive him for his treatment and allowances? Alpha Tom and Luna Margie were unaware of the extent of her unhappiness, but Oliver was. Did he enjoy watching her suffer as some twisted form of punishment? Frankie was vibrating; she was so mad. As she piled the documents, about to put them back into the safe as they were, a book left inside tipped over. It was an old and worn book. An Old Testament of The Tale of Two Wolves. It was an original Wolfen historical book. Was this the dual-wolf syndrome mentioned in Oliver's medical treatment file?

Maybe if she were a little less impolite, I would have just brushed her off and focused on solely getting back at Gabriella for the embarrassment but no, she just had to talk down to me and that in my book, is unforgivable. We finally got inside the place and I swear, if I thought the exterior of the place was disgusting, I had no idea that it was only a tip of the iceberg. The interior looked, felt and smelt like a place where hundreds of people had died in a not so good way and it sent a crazy, creepy shiver down my spine. "I thought you said this is the best you've got?" I asked an unbothered Chris who simply glared at me briefly before looking away.

It fell on the floor and returned to its usual form as if nothing had happened. "Mia? I..," Oliver was standing by the door. "Oh, no! Oliver, I can explain. Davon was...." He fainted, just like Theo. "That was exactly what I felt!" Theo exclaimed, "See, Mia, not every day you get to see a person being sucked by a notebook. Not to mention the glittering thing and what just happened? That will scare the hell out of me if I don't know anything about all this!" Theo spluttered, explaining, gesturing his arms to the notebook. I shook my head and picked it up. Carefully placing it on top of my bedside table.

Oliver always said he wanted to be close by just in case. Oliver was a computer genius. He could hack into any system .. and do any and everything with high tech equipment. He kept his laptop on him at all times. But if something went wrong with our mainframe… he’d need to be here in this building. And that would be one of those emergency situations so .. he wanted to be here, to live here close by. Just in case …