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STATS OF LEX: STRENGTH: 78 HP Power: 48 HP Intelligent: 15 HP Agility: Max level 100 HP If these four Aloha's are in good terms they are the most powerful in the Underworld. Mother tree created them to stop and fight the Dark Lord just incase the leader of the group Dark Night will wake up. Because of the negative result of the four leader, the Dark Lord will have a chance to wake up again and destroy them. One of the reason that Mother Tree need to create the good leader for them and stop them because if Mother Tree won't prevent Dark Lord it will be easy to wake up.

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?

The book totally has 60 pages, each has 12 to 15 lines. I read the book somewhat unwillingly until one line caught my attention which caused all the hair in my body to stand up immediately. "Once again I'm warning you, Heil is not what you are thinking. His brain is more active than the normal human and he can see your past once he looks into your eyes. Trust me, he is a human, not an animal. I hope my first 30 pages would have cleared your doubt." What!! Heil is not a human!!! It's a monster. I saw that with my own eyes. The book is totally shit!!

Each shallow breath she took felt like borrowed time. “Stay with me,” I muttered, more command than plea. “You’re not done yet.” She stirred faintly. “You always were… bossy,” she whispered. Relief hit me so hard my vision blurred. “Good. That means you’re still alive.” The healing wing smelled of crushed herbs and antiseptic magic. Healers rushed forward the moment I crossed the threshold. Head healer took one look at Betty and paled. “Put her on the table,” she snapped, already rolling up her sleeves. “Now.”

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.