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The closer we got the more I could feel the darkness seeping from the book. 'That's the shadow book. Our contracts can be found in that book. They can be made and broken through that book. Make sure no one ever finds it here. They'll want to take it.' Shade informed me. I stepped closer, really curious now. I laid my hand over the glass, peering down at the book and reading the Latin words umbra. The book opened beneath the glass when I spoke the word. It flipped to a page with Shade's name on it. There was a tiny baby handprint in blood…my blood, my baby hand.

Then, the harsh basement lights flickered to life. The sudden brightness stabbed into his one eye, as the other one had a rod drawn deep and the man on the floor squeezed in fear. His entire face twisted in pain, as if even the light itself was another form of torture. The footsteps stopped. The man forced his one eyelids apart, just a little A thin sliver of vision. All he could see was the silhouette of the figure approaching… And then cold shadow that fell over his broken body like a final warning. “W-at-e-r…” The word scraped out of his throat like broken glass, just a dying sound struggling to exist.

A low, hollow groan rose from deep below, like something huge waking up after centuries. “This way,” she said at last, pointing down a path swallowed by thick shadows. “The book’s calling us… but its guardians are calling louder.” We kept moving, and the darkness closed in tighter, shapes flickered at the edges of my sight, twisted figures with empty eyes, crawling low or dangling from bare, dead branches. Whispers slithered into my ears, dozens of voices at once, saying my name, laughing at me, promising power, promising pain. I clenched my fists and forced my legs forward.

“You mean the same werewolf king who’s been ruling for centuries? I think we’re safe from failing because of him.” As they continued their study session, the soft rustle of pages and the occasional scribble of pens filled the air. Unbeknownst to them, a hushed conversation was unfolding just a few feet away, hidden behind a tall shelf of dusty encyclopedias. “Are you sure this is the right place?” a low voice whispered, glancing nervously around the library. “Yes, it’s perfect,” another voice replied, laced with urgency. “No one comes here this late. We can go over the details of the plan without being overheard.”

The books were on the table, a fresh sheet of paper lying beside them, but there was no girl. I was shocked at first, but then I saw that this new sheet of paper bore some strange handwriting. Instinctively, I picked it up and behold, it was a full translation of one of the pages in the ancient text. I breathed a sigh of relief and headed to the window, holding the paper toward the light. “When the shadow drinks the light, and the silver eye is swallowed whole, the womb shall kindle fire— rebirthing a demigod of blood and flame.

“Centuries ago, twin alphas Fenrir and Faber Nightshade were born to lead Shadowfang. They fell for the same she-wolf, fated to Faber. Heartbroken, Fenrir founded Nightshade, carving a territory steeped in the land’s spirits. Their rituals, passed down through generations, border on magic, drawing power from the earth itself. That, paired with the three years of nearly complete silence... it feels deliberate and worrisom.” Aurora’s heart raced, her thoughts flickering to Vincent’s warnings about Nightshade’s unrest. The pack’s isolation, paired with this unnatural energy, pointed to something sinister. “This feels bigger than territorial disputes,” she mindlinked. “Like it could threaten all

Am I going to die? "Seems as though you find the bookshelf to be a world full of chocolates and cakes, no?" His voice continued, sinister. I turned around, blanketing my nervousness and caution towards him. He took a step towards me and I felt myself shift back. I was scared and I couldn't deny that. Somehow, I could tell he knew I saw the gun, his eyes seemed even darker. "S-" I couldn't get my words together, even my nerves weren't working at this point.

Jane With a fist clutching at my heart over my chest, I curl deeper into myself as my body jerks and spasms. The rejection had manifested into something that feels like a demonic hand which has somehow slid into into mouth and through my throat- completely blocking my airways, before grabbing my beating heart in a tight grip, ruthlessly and mercilessly squeezing the delicate organ.

I could feel my flesh burning and I winced in pain. “Stop running. You’re only going to suffer more,” he said as he entered the broken door. I ignored what he said and continued climbing up the stairs. It only took me a couple of seconds before I reached the line of tables in the very middle. The entire library was not in total darkness because of the light slipping through the glass windows from the outside. I ran to the east wing and hid behind the tall shelves while catching up my breath. The werewolf’s footsteps echoed in the air.

He nodded, contented from my response. “The shadow pack has a secret gift, passed down to generations. Its an ability inherited from our ancestors, an ability to see through the shadow of the people. It is called the ‘shadow eye’.” I... haven’t heard of that. My confusion must have illustrated with my reaction that Jacob gave an immediate explanation for it. “I have the ability to see colors, shades of it, to the shadow. These hues have meaning such as envy, joy, sadness, wrath, arousal, some certain emotions. Also, uh, strength and… weakness.”