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One thing was sure. Whatever was out there wasn't human and it had us trapped. I looked down to irena who now had her head on my lap, looking peaceful in her sleep. "I hope." ❇❇❇ I'm so sorry for updating so late. I was preparing for some exams but is was proponed due to covid 19 issues but now that I have till august to prepare I might update faster, thanks for bearing with me.

”the my bike is my one escape id to keep The End? Thank you, dear reader, for deciding to give this book a try and making it to the end, it has been an emotional journey for all. But do not fret, their story may be over for now, but this is not the last we have seen of Drake, Lilli, Rex, Tony, Jacob and yes even Lance. So be sure to keep an eye out for the next book in the series. Equivale Finding His Heart : Book 2 in the Chronicles of Zodia.

I ask Gabriel slowly. "Lyka, I guess the books you've read haven't really done a job, have they?" Gabriel mocks. We are back to that, I thought the library contained everything I need to know. I guess am wrong there. "For a person who is a future alpha, you are far too green." "And whose fault is that? I am sure Jacob made it clear that you have to teach me so quit with that bull shit." I retort snarkily. "I am surprised you can solve a number in calculus and can't figure out some simple things." Thus gets me glaring at him.

Xenos slowly got up from the chair and began walking towards it, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Is this the book of light you were referring to?” I asked, hardly able to contain my excitement. Xenos took a good, hard look at it. “Indeed it is. But as I should have guessed, it is now the book of dark.” We all gathered around the box, examining the book inside curiously. “I remember the last time I saw this book it was a dark shade of brown. Now it looks…pitch black.” Xenos nodded, “The dark magic took hold of the book as well.”

To a hidden passage. "Here," he said, pressing a stone. It swung inward, revealing stairs. We descended. The chamber was massive. Shelves lined every wall. Books. Scrolls. Artifacts. And in the center, on a stone pedestal— A book. Leather-bound. Ancient. Pulsing with dark magic. "The Grimoire of Bonds," I breathed. Marcus nodded. "Everything she knew. How to create them. Break them. Control them." I reached for it. The moment my fingers touched leather, pain exploded through my arm.

Each page looked like it had been soaked in shadows, the ink melding with the very fabric of the paper. “This,” Petra said with a flourish, “is the *Tome of Deeds*.” Her fingers slid delicately over the edges of the book as she opened it, revealing intricate sketches and cryptic writings that seemed alive with their own purpose. “Within these pages lies every secret about the world’s hidden side,” she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper as if the Darklord himself might hear.

Lord Zarek only threw a gaze at me but said nothing. The Lycans whispered something to each other, and part of their conversation ended with a witch hunt. It made me wonder if we were out to hunt witches. We boarded the carriage and rode off. I sat closer to Lord Korran, while Fenrik sat directly opposite me. I had a book in his hands that he was reading from. “Still reading that witch's book,” Lord Korran said. “You know I've been wondering how a Velkrin could appear without the presence of a vampire,” Fenrik said.

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.

"The notebook. Red cover." I find it. Leather bound. Filled with dense handwriting and diagrams. "What is this?" "A complete neurological map of the corrupted activation process. Every weakness. Every failure point. Every way to reverse the process if you catch a corrupted hybrid early enough." I flip through pages. Chemical formulas. Genetic sequences. Treatment protocols. It's comprehensive. Brilliant. Exactly the kind of work that made Price famous before he became a monster. "Why?" I ask. "Because you were right. You chose to be better than what made you. I never could. But I can leave something that helps you instead of hurts you."

I anyways tossed my life and knocked on the door for my most intimidating interview ever. The door opened by itself and I walked in, and the first glance on the room was utterly indescribable it was another level of luxury, the all-wooden theme, desk and chair on the middle, books covering all corners of the room and the bookish fragrance that room had was… just addicting. I closed my eyes and sniffed the fragrance that immediately brought a smile to my face, “Miss. Maxwell… do you hear me?” A voice broke my trance and the moment I opened my eyes made me innerly-jerk.