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This was him, I thought. It kept playing over and over again in the back of my head— Valdomore. This was my chance to learn about him, maybe something could trigger my memories. "You do not look so surprised... I guess my name was brought up in a conversation?" "Doesn't ring a fucking bell," I snarled, "Careful wolf... I know you might not remember this, but I have a... The thing for beasts with potty mouths. And that's interesting because I heard a rumor about you and your— awakening, it stirring up trouble in the underworld, and the humans,"

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

“How’s the pain?” “I’ll live.” I grunted as I picked up the books she had dropped to distract myself from the pain of her checking over my injuries. “I found those on Stephanie’s bookshelf.” She chuckled. “Thought you could use something to keep you busy. I picked that one because the author has my name.” I looked more closely at the books she had brought, chuckling when I saw that one was titled ‘The Rogue Queen’ by Rory McCauley-Hayman. I waved the second book titled ‘Breaking The Bond’, in the air.

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”

The wind was fierce and unyielding, but they pressed on, knowing the importance of their mission. Standing on the edge of the cliff, Luna raised her arms, calling out to the spirits of the wind. She felt the air swirl around her, lifting her hair and filling her lungs with its invigorating presence. With a chant, she captured a portion of the wind's essence in a crystal vial, which glowed with a vibrant green light. --- The final element, fire, awaited them in the heart of a dormant volcano. This was the most dangerous part of their quest, but they faced it with unwavering courage.

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“Maybe the wind was too strong. It just blew something into his eyes.” The evening breeze carried the sweet smell of bread baking from the bakery down the street. Life went on. My daughter said she wanted to get pasta from the shop downstairs tomorrow morning. I would have to wake her up a little earlier.

Maybe they'll finally accept me. Mae stared at me with admiration in her eyes and ruffled my hair. “Your imagination is wild.” she chuckled. “You made me read all those big books in the library. I read somewhere that the sun can grant you powers.” I quipped. Mae tipped her head back and laughed. “Oh, dear Eloise! Just what books have you been reading.” My brows knit in confusion at her amused expression. Mae always insisted on reading every book I saw. She says the most power was hidden in books, that you can discover anything if you read hard enough. When we weren't training, she made us spend all our time in the library.

The elves work quickly, expertly conjuring intricate, warm magical shields around the sleeping areas, and the dark fae raise their eerie, silent blue-black flames for light and residual warmth. Wolves and lycans scatter immediately to scout posts like restless, wary shadows racing over the snow crust. The constant, howling wind won’t leave me alone, and for some reason, I can’t stand the thought of sitting still and quiet tonight. I slip away from the warmth of the camp and wander alone until the noise of the warriors fades completely behind me. The mountains feel eerily hollow out here. Too quiet...too vast. But that's exactly what I need. I sense movement, and my entire body instantly goes