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She had a mental breakdown and roared like something that was between human and animal. Gilbert and I left the hall. "That's the revenge done. Now, tell me about Gillian."

It was a large hall and it was filled to the brim with books and paintings of different kinds. Chandeliers fit into the ceiling were the only sources of light in the whole room. I browsed the bookshelves, my eyes widening as I caught sight of a book about how to permanently trap a werewolf in their animal form. I’d barely put that one down before I noticed another that was about how to hunt and kill werewolves with abilities. “How come I’ve never heard about books like this?” I asked. “Are any of these even legal?” He chuckled lightly, “they’re called secrets for a reason Luna. And that’s why they are locked up in here.

“Oh. Is it supposed to be a secret? I thought it could be the next Fifty Shades of Grey.” “Shut up, Amelia.”

What is this place? I took a deep breath and walked inside. It was a secret library. Huge, dusty, and filled with shelves that reached the ceiling. Thousands of old books, scrolls, and leather-bound journals were arranged neatly. This place was untouched for years. "Wow..." I whispered, running my fingers along the dusty shelves. I walked deeper into the room. There were books about history, war strategies, weapons, and ancient languages. But then, I found a section at the very back. Books with glowing titles. Books about magic, energy manipulation, and bloodline secrets.

It was literally full of books, lines of bookshelves in a huge room. She unconsciously touched a book and read its title. It was a law book, articles, and history books. The next shelves were thick encyclopedias and then found the shelf full of romance stories, the shelf across it was a mystery thriller. "The secret room," she read its title. "Dear, I am sorry if I left you out there." She almost jump but managed to restrain herself and harshly closed her eyes. "No, I understand. I would have done the same if I was in your shoe." She answered and gave the lady an assuring smile.

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

Frustration gnawed at me as I slammed the cover of the hardcover book shut. "The brotherhood of wistful whisperers," I muttered, pushing a strand of hair away from my eye. I retied my hair, making sure that no loose strands were on my face. The book I had just closed was filled with tales of assassins and rebels. There was nothing about the Obsidian Wolves. The Obsidian Wolves were like the secret of the secret society. Disheartened, I looked around the endless rows of the palace library, each shelf holding more than a hundred books. How long would it take me to find something reasonable?

I waste more time than I intended to at the bus stop which makes me arrive late at work. I walk briskly to my office, waving at everyone while sweating like I just finished a marathon. I don't know how it happens but I know that my bag falls off my shoulder and before I can catch it the strips are out of the back. My heart bangs in my chest, my eyes flare, I look around, relief washes over me like balm when I don't see anyone, Except Betty standing opposite me. That shouldn't be a problem, I can beg her to keep my secret but how much can I trust her?

A library much bigger than the one I was in a few moments ago. A secret library in the main library?. Impossible!