Werewolf Academy
Many are so ancient that their titles have worn away, leaving only the texture of the leather to hint at the secrets within.
The book I’m looking for is huge, silver, and has a variation of symbols inscribed on its spine. I’m reluctant to pull it from the shelf, as the bindings appear fragile. That, and there is a girl watching me from a nearby armchair. From what I understand, this is an expensive and, not to mention, a valuable book. I glance toward the front, considering asking a librarian for help, when—
“So. The Book of the Divine?”
I almost jump out of my skin, swirling around to find Elijah tugging the book off the shelf.