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But I knew some hill folk—especially a hoodoo man named Clive Hartley—who could read Latin, so I put it aside for later. I looked back into the box and of course, that’s when I found it. The book that’s caused all this trouble. The Way of Ah-Tzenul. Course, that’s not what’s printed on the cover. There’s a picture of some sorta tribal man squatting down with both hands raised to the sky etched into the cover and traced in silver. Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather.

I suggest, giving my shoulder a slight shrug. Kenji picks up a book and passes it over to Levi to place beside his book on the other table. Levi looks down at it and grimaces before setting it next to the ghost book. My brows rise in curiosity as I walk over to see the book. Forbidden Sex Magic stares back at me in bright red letter, the picture of a naked woman being rammed into by a centaur graces the cover. “Well that is disturbing.” I tell them, placing the book back down and putting the ghost book on top of it to hide the cover. Levi and Kenji let out loud spurts of laughter behind me as they watch my discomfort over the book.

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Looking stunned and confused, I reached out to get it. I thought I would feel dust on my hands the moment I carried it but it was as neat as a new book, though it has had a long shelf life. The book’s cover was made of dark, weathered leather, marked with deep, faintly visible cracks and scars from age. And centered on the cover was an intricate metal seal in the shape of a mysterious crest, tarnished and dull, yet radiating a sense of power. Around the seal were faded engravings and symbols, barely visible but hinting at arcane knowledge. The corners were reinforced with old brass fittings, adding to its ancient aura.

he wiggled his eyebrows at me comically and I laughed, nodding. He grabbed one of the boxes swiftly and handed it to me. It was the biggest one because my tiny hands were barely keeping it in place. He had a lazy, urging smile that I found sexy playing on his lips. I looked away from him and unknotted the ribbons. I pried the cover open and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I retrieved the first book. "André!" I whisper-yelled, my voice laced with awe. Being a bibliophile had its perks because as I looked through the four books, with somewhat modern yet vintage covers in mature colours, alongside intricate golden threadings, I knew they were Fantasy books. Dark Romantasies.

I nod and look around. “Where is the book?” I ask. She wasn’t carrying anything when she entered the room. “I always carry it with me, you just can’t see it,” Shanna explains. She mutters a couple of strange words, holds out her hand, and a book appears and falls onto it. The cover is fine leather engraved with a vine-like design that swirls around the edges of a large picture. The picture depicts a woman standing with her arms stretched up above her head. Above her, there are stars in the sky and I swear I see one twinkle. Shanna opens to the first page and I am stunned to see a spell.

Just expensive furniture and abstract art that looked chosen to impress rather than express. I passed through the living room, my attention drawn to a large bookshelf covering one wall. The collection impressed me—ancient texts on pack history, rare volumes on wolf magic, modern novels organized by genre rather than author. Many of the books looked unread, their spines uncreased. One leather-bound book caught my eye—its dark cover embossed with strange symbols that resembled no language I recognized. I reached for it, but it refused to budge. Odd. I tried again, pulling harder. The book remained firmly in place, as if glued to the shelf.

Some were falling apart and otgers has strange covers with symbols I did not know. I walked slowly because everything felt heavy. Jax lit a small lantern on the table and the whole room glowed softly. “You said you saw runes like mine before. Are they in these books?” “Over there. I think the book is the second one on the left.”He nodded and pointed to one of the shelves. My hands shook a little while I pulled it out. The cover was dark brown and cracked. When I opened it the pages almost crumbled but they still held shape. And then I saw it. The same pattern across a belly. The same shape that curled on my own skin.

He turned the book to the first page;. …Strange. It was blank. So also the second and third pages. His brows crumpled as he persisted to turn the pages, only to meet the same thing. The book was blank. And the other strange part was the text written in red on the book cover, it was also missing. So also the author's name. Roman sat up on his bed in awe. He almost had a scare as he watched each letter of the book's name disappear from the book cover. This was insane.

Just a crescent white moon etched in the center of the cover. My fingers close around it. It’s cold. I glance back at Alex and Ava. They’re speaking in low voices, Alex watching her like a hawk. Good. I open the book, flipping through pages quickly. Hand written text in cursive with black and white pictures of symbols, and unknown diagrams fills the worn page. I squint my eyes and look through the small text until I find what I'm looking for. Mana Wolves. The words almost glow on the page. My heart skips a beat. This is it.