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she asked, her voice colored by her disappointment. "Absolutely, dear! I just finished a book I think you'll adore," Mrs. Hogan said, pointing to a part of the library Katherine hadn’t explored before—an intriguing collection of unique fantasy novels that seemed to whisper of hidden adventures. With a newfound sense of excitement, Katherine dove into the unknown. As she scanned the titles, one book caught her eye; its cover illustrated a swirling nebula, a scene reminiscent of the enchanting landscapes in "The Tides of the Myrtle." It was hefty, with a worn leather cover and a gilded spine that hinted at untold wonders. She gently pulled it off the shelf, her fingers grazing the aged paper.

--- The door to his private study closed behind them with a heavy click. Knox walked toward the massive oak desk, then paused. He didn’t sit. Instead, he reached into a drawer and retrieved a leather-bound book. He held it out to her. “What’s this?” she asked, taking it slowly. “History,” he said. “Of the Blue Moon Pack. Of the Lycans. And of course, mates—including scents. I think you might find some answers there. This is all I could do for you before leaving. I hope it’s enough.”

Her phoenix is not happy with the tension right now. Trey and Knox bow their heads. "We apologize," they say in unison. Mom looked between me and Knox, before focusing on him. "You said you pulled the stone from her? Do you still have it?" Knox nodded, and pulls something from his belt. I didn't even realize he was carrying a pouch until now. Where the hell did he get that thing? And why didn't I notice? He throws the whole thing on the table. "I think it's dead. It stopped working when Nadia pushed her magic into the deer, nearly burning herself with it."

"He never told me any of this." "He was protecting you, just as I protect my own daughter." Kianuk reached into his pocket, retrieving a small leather pouch. "This is an Alaskan ritual. We call it the 'Breath of the Ancestors.' It will help you connect with the wolf within you—not as a master or a servant, but as a partner." He opened the pouch and poured a glittering powder into his palm. It shimmered in the moonlight, a celestial blend of silver and blue, like crushed stars.

Thank you," I said. "She gave me a rough outline of what you like and what you don't. What are your favourites and how much do you love reading?" he said. "And also, she asked me to hand over that pouch. She said it belongs to you," Noah said. I will open that when I get back to my room. I pulled out the second book in the series, A Court of Mist and Fury. My favourite in the series I opened it and took a whiff of the pages. The nostalgia and all my highlighted points are mostly about Rhys.

It was this stupid thread in my chest that tied me not only to my love but to other people who I don’t even freaking know, let alone should care about at all. I felt fucking stupid. I shoulder open the metal door to the bookstore which was located in the same building as the dining hall. The bookstore consisted of everything we’d need for a successful school year. Which included the backpack Xaden had gotten for me. There were also journals, notebooks, pencils, erasers, and oddly enough, art supplies. I didn’t even know art was a class that could be taken here. There were also small ‘emergency wands’, first aid kits, fur coat shine, claw buffers, crystal balls, and tons of different charms,

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Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

"Are you serious? This is for me?” Harriet's eyes lit up at the pen in her hand. On top of the pen is a princess's head and it's so pretty! "Yeah, I haven't given you a present for your birthday. I hope you like my simple gift," said Noah, sounding sincere. When he and Darla went to the bookstore yesterday, he purposely gave it to Harriet. “This is not a simple gift. There's a princess in this pen!” Harriet refuses to mention that Noah's gift was just a regular pen. The proof is that she really likes this pen. "Uh, it's so pretty!"

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.