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Another grab for the book and some food, then I crossed my legs and opened my reading books while I ate my sandwich heartily. "Are you reading that ham again?" I felt Wynn's gaze more than I saw him. "It can't be that interesting." But she could only say that because she didn't read anything but mindless teen magazines. "I am learning. Give it a try, it's good for your future. "

I have not seen anything that actually is horrific but as I walk, I realise a bright light from somewhere inside and as curious as I am, I follow where the light is coming from. Interesting that there are no guards or something to scare the shit out of me and am starting to thing, damn! This is so damn easy. As soon as I reach where the light is coming from, I let the curiosity get the better of when I spot human bones and some dead animal skeletons. I am starting to lose it the more I see a lot of the skeletons lying there. It looked like the worst version of a butcher's. I have studied those science classes about skeletons and the truth is, nothing is good about them.

The familiar scent of aged paper and ink filled my lungs—a welcome home of sorts. Without a specific volume in mind, I figured it would be best to just browse through until I saw something that sounded like it would help. Trailing my fingers along the spines as I looked, the familiar leather a comfort, I stopped on a book titled "A Kingdom from Ash: The Ashbourne Reign." I slid it off the shelf, cradling its weight in my arms as I continued my search. By the time I’d looked over all the shelves, I added three more books to my pile—"A Compendium of Bonding," "The Moon Goddess’s Blessed," and "Vampires: Blood and Legend."

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wolf spirits luring travellers into ravines. Some of it was less easy to dismiss. Stories repeated across regions and decades: silver burns; wolves with human minds; fated pairings described as recognition in the bones before the brain caught up. I read that last line three times and hated every word of it. Bailey’s voice came back to me in my living room, bright and teasing and too perceptive by half. If you ever meet someone and it feels like your bones recognise them before your brain does… I shut the book and pushed it away.

It was so clear that it glinted in the moonlight, and I noticed gold engravings everywhere across the bones. “Okay,” Allen said, catching up beside me, his voice a little higher than usual. “That’s... pretty interesting.” “You ever seen anything like it?” I asked. Allen shook his head, eyes wide. “I’ve read about ancient beings, sure, but such engravings on the bones? That’s new to me. Even the oldest books in my library don’t mention anything like this.” I stared at the skeleton, something about it tugged at me. I reached in, gently sliding my hands beneath the rib cage. “Let’s take it out.”

Dust clung to everything, and the dim lighting made it feel more like a tomb than a library. I found a small table in the corner and set my bag down, then started browsing through the shelves. It didn’t take long to realize that most of the books were about standard small-town fare—local history, genealogy, that sort of thing. But buried between the boring volumes on family trees and tax records, I found something a little more interesting. Legends of Blackthorn Ridge. The book was old, its spine cracked and its pages yellowed with age. The title alone made my pulse quicken with anticipation. I pulled it from the shelf and sat down at the table, flipping it open.

Feeling amazed that the Alpha will read something like this, especially knowing that most wolves hate vampires for its history. As Brianna began to slowly crouch and check more, finding other books that are similar to Twilight, like vampire club, vampire moon, and other things, suddenly Brianna felt a sudden wind behind her. ‘A wind?’ she muttered, automatically turning around to find no source as the room had no window. There’s just an old bookcase with a creepy vibe behind her.