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He has yet to lie to me. As I entered the grand library, I went to the history section of the Coven. I could ask Luna, she was in charge of the library, but I didn’t need anyone knowing I was looking into vampires. I pulled the giant book out of our Coven’s history, laying it down on the ground, I began flipping through pages. In the beginning pages it showed vampire and witches working together. I flipped to the middle, I saw no mention of vampires. When did this happen? I flipped back a few pages, for a few minutes, just reading headers, until I came to the page that mentioned the rules for dealing with vampires.

The Rennar symbol. She snatched the key. The metal was cold. Without a backward glance, she fled. The Rennar library was a tomb of forgotten truths. She went straight to a section blocked by a frayed red rope. The Forbidden Collection. She found it: Instinct and Transformation: Observations on the Lycanthrope. She carried the heavy tome to a table, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The pages crackled with age. She skimmed past charts of moon cycles and dietary notes until her eyes found a heading that stopped her breath.

Thalana pressed her palm against it. The door swung inward, revealing a small chamber that seemed to exist in defiance of the library's floor plan. Shelves lined the walls here too, but these held books with no titles on their spines. A faint miasma of old magic hung in the air—spells of preservation, yes, but also wards of concealment and silence. "The Forbidden Archive," Thalana explained, noting his curiosity. "Every head archivist adds to it in their time. Knowledge deemed too dangerous for general consumption, but too valuable to destroy. It’s been a while since you’ve came here, has it not?"

The creature we intended to create, the weapon strong enough to rule both packs and covens, would remain a dream. I couldn’t let that happen. I turned toward the far wall and knelt beside the hearth. My fingers found the loose stone easily, and I pried it free. Behind it, hidden in a hollow space, lay a leather-bound book wrapped in crimson silk. The Grimoire of Thalora: my mother’s legacy. Every forbidden spell she had collected, every curse she had perfected, every binding stronger than blood. I unwrapped it carefully and set it on the table. The cover was cold to the touch, almost pulsing beneath my fingertips, as if the book itself was alive. I flipped through the brittle pages until I f

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Exactly what I needed. I opened the book and checked the time. Just under two hours before my session—plenty, if I actually used it. That was the plan, anyway. I read the first sentence. Then the second. Then I realized I hadn’t taken in a single word of either. I rubbed my forehead and tried again. It didn’t work. My thoughts kept sliding back to what Bella had said earlier about Davin and a scandal that shattered his reputation. I forced my eyes back to the page. Read the same paragraph three times. And again, I understood none of it.

Because Vincent would never give up his title and everything he’s achieved, go against the council and high assembly and against the laws of packs and wolves just to be with me. What we shared was forbidden. A truth clear as daylight. I pulled the book again, and he finally let it go. “Why the sudden interest?” “Knowledge is power. I think I deserve some of that,” “Yeah well, this type of knowledge could be dangerous. It’s almost..endless. You must have a purpose to see through and understand what you’re reading about,” “Thank you.” I clutched the book with my arms around my chest. “But I don’t need lectures,” I said and moved.

Freya almost didn’t go back. She spent the week telling herself it had been a one-time mistake. A strange, filthy night she could put behind her. But every time she sat at her desk and glanced toward Callum’s office, her body remembered. The way he’d held her open. The slow, thorough way he’d licked her. How full she’d felt when he finally pushed inside. By Thursday the second black card was already in her bag again. She took a different cab this time. The same woman checked her in, handed her a new blindfold, and pointed down the hall.

He knew that within these pages lay the answers he sought, the forbidden knowledge that could potentially grant him a momentary respite from the pain in his heart. As he delved deeper into the library's labyrinthine corridors, Offilies guided him to a secluded section, known only to a select few. Here, the most treasured and dangerous texts were kept under lock and key. Azrael's heart raced with anticipation as Offilies unlocked the door, revealing a room filled with shelves upon shelves of ancient scrolls and manuscripts. "These are the forbidden texts," Offilies whispered, his voice filled with reverence and caution. "Legends speak of their power and the consequences that come with seeking

“Do you know anything about a book called *Knowledge*?” At my words, she froze. Her expression shifted—shock, disbelief, fear. “What did you just say?” “*Knowledge*—a book that contains all the answers.” “No! I—I do not—” She tore her gaze away and stood abruptly. “Elysia, do not seek what is forbidden. Your father suffered greatly to protect you. Do not be reckless.” “Grandma, I only—” “No! That book is not for you.” She departed in a hurry, murmuring under her breath.