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He scratched his forehead and turned the book over, reading its name. "Under The Dome," he answered, showing her its cover. It was a large book, one that she had seen in Sophie's collection before but had never picked up. "It's by Ste-" he was cut off by the sound of her phone ringing. "Sorry, one second," she said, reaching for the device on the side table. Picking it up, she saw it flashing with her mom's name. Arder sighed and walked outside to take the call. "Mom?" she asked after pressing the large green answer button.

Another crack followed, louder this time, accompanied by the unmistakable scent of smoke. Then came the scream. Her mother’s voice tore through the night. Clara leapt from her bed just as the hallway filled with gray haze. Heat surged upward through the floorboards, fierce and sudden. Flames licked at the stairwell, devouring wood and paper alike. Books — hundreds of them — fed the fire hungrily, their pages curling into blackened fragments that spiraled through the air like dying birds. Chaos unfolded in blinding flashes. Her father’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her toward the back stairs. Alex’s cries echoed somewhere behind them. Smoke clawed at Clara’s lungs, stealing breath and cla

My chest tightened. “What?” He hesitated. Then shook his head. “No… maybe not.” “Why?” He looked toward the hallway. “The room.” My heart jumped. “No,” I said quickly. “I already—” I stopped myself. His eyes lit up slightly. “You went in?” “I just looked,” I said quickly. He didn’t get angry. He just leaned a little closer, lowering his voice. “Don’t go there again.” “Why does everyone keep saying that?” I asked. “Because…” He paused. “Some things don’t stay just books.”

The agonizing memories of my past life made me cherish every single moment with my parents. One evening, while running the bookstore alone, the sharp stench of burning wood hit my nose. I thought to myself that this was bad. I rushed toward the exit, only to find the front doors barred from the outside. Violent flames began licking through the cracks, bursting into the room. The traumatic horror of the fire from my past life flooded my brain. I pounded frantically against the doors, screaming for help. As the thick smoke choked the air and despair began to consume me, the doors were finally opened.

I got out of bed slowly and walked down the stairs. A strange scent tickled my senses but I couldn’t hear anything, not even a heartbeat and I couldn’t see anyone either. I moved through the dark house trying to ascertain where the strange feeling was coming from. Yellow fire burned in my hands and I let it spread to the room beyond me. It spread from the kitchen to the dining area and I saw a flicker of a movement from the corner of my eye. I moved with it towards the counter. “Mein.” I had spoken the words out loud and I felt rather than see the person go down.

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

I thought as my head turned to a small window in the room. I saw smoke. I ran towards it, and there I saw the book being burned in a small fire. I quickly ran outside, but it was too late when I got there. Fire consumed the entire book. Madison had burned the book. I cried. How will I ever learn about my pack and my mom anymore?

But we became a threat to the neighborhood as they saw it as so. And so that night, they set our house on fire, mother was not home. It was only my brother, Rya and I in the house when it caught fire. I had run out of the house, but he had tripped over some clothes. I ran back and walked through the fire to pull him out but the smoke took my senses, and I fell flat to the floor. I closed my eyes slowly with my younger brother's cry fading away slowly. “Lyraaaaa” mum's crying voice stirred me awake through the chaos and once my eyes found her, I giggled happily and ran down the stairs forgetting the house was on fire once I picked up my “SPELL” book.

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

I tell him before ducking outside and sparking up a smoke as I lean on my polished bike. My thoughts wander to the woman who called herself Flames last night. She'd had my attention as soon as her wide green eyes had met mine, her full lips curled in an amused smile as she casually dealt with Tanya. When she walked into the bar, I'd stood back and observed as everyone tracked the fiery red heads movements through the room. Whether she meant to or not, she managed to get the attention of everyone in there and I'm sure caused a few to suffer from their eyes wandering off of their ol' ladies. When she has walked away from me outside, my c**k had jumped in my trousers as I watched her round hips