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he said and started unwrapping it. I could only hope as he opened the box that I would not be disappointed. Inside was a book, a journal to be specific, with an elaborate cover design containing the few collections of memories, techniques, and musings of the pack while on enemies, the irregulars, and all the rest. W-What is this... wow,” Lucian exclaimed in shock whose brain appeared to be overwhelmed with all the contents he was flipping over. “You really went all out on this.” “It’s because I figured that we can deduce a plan on the rogues and archive everything,” I defended, a bit proud and a bit ashamed.

The contents thumped and it was kind of heavy. “Open it, silly boy.” With great vivacity he ripped the paper from the box and peeled away the tape that secured the edge and looked inside. He gasped as he brought the book out of its cardboard confines. “I know that you will never be able to replace the one that got messed up, but I thought maybe you’d like another one,” Sebastian said in a light, perhaps nervous tone. Jaxsen stared at the authentic camel leather binding of the journal in his hands and couldn’t breathe. The covers were textured under his fingertips and he could tell the paper inside was recycled. Just like his old one.

A place where I didn’t have to keep proving my worth to people who had already decided it didn’t exist. Now, with one letter, one vision, and one truth—I was a beacon. A hunted one. Tessa’s voice pulled me back to the present. “I found something,” she whispered, slipping into my tent like a shadow. Her eyes were bright, cheeks flushed from running. “What?” “In Madam Theresa’s book. The old journal she left you. There’s a page I’d never noticed before. It was stitched into the spine—hidden.” She pulled out the book from her satchel. A thin leather journal, frayed and worn. She turned carefully to the middle, then peeled back a false page.

I clarified. "Wait—what are you trying to say?" I didn't know how to put it in a way that does not offend her, hence I just stayed quiet about it and just described to her what the specific contents of the book may entail. Thankfully, she obliged without a word. After relentless scouring and searching, we eventually stumbled upon one that met my criteria. It was a journal—a journal authored by a former warrior of the Great Rift. "Are you sure this is what you're looking for? Not a textbook?"

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Free. Beautiful. It felt like he'd captured a moment even I didn’t know was special. The thumping of my heart was almost overwhelming. Beneath the frame lay a small leather-bound journal. My fingers brushed across its cover before opening it. The first page was handwritten, his script neat but bold: Things to know before your wolf comes. The title alone made my throat tighten. I turned the page, reading a few lines. They weren’t from a textbook. They were personal and practical.

The key smoothly entered the hole, with a slow twist, I heard a 'click' sound, and the drawer opened. My heart raced with joy; inside were four books. I took one and looked inside. Clearly, it was a handwritten diary. Next, I read and studied all four diaries. Only then did I understand who instructed me to write Alex's biography. And the real purpose of this book was to be made with secrecy about the names of places and notes for the authenticity of the biography.

He was still acting like a pathetic little child. By the time I finished writing all my thoughts down in the journal, I noticed that I had filled four whole pages. I didn't realize that there was so much going through my head. But it did feel like a relief to get it out in the open. Well, at least in my journal. It was something that I needed to get out. Even if it was just to myself. To a book sitting in front of me. A book that would never betray me or hurt me.

I roast him for having exactly nine identical black t-shirts, and he fires back by questioning why I need four different types of hairbrushes. But the lighthearted mood takes a genuinely bizarre turn when Aiden unzips his backpack to pull out his school stuff. Out tumbles his advanced calculus textbook, and along with it, an antique leather journal that looks decades old. I lean over, picking up the journal. "What's in the journal? Hidden formulas to solve the universe?" Aiden blinks, a sudden, endearing flush creeping up his neck as he quickly snatches the ancient journal out of my hands. He handles it with a strange mix of reverence and panic.

“And here I thought the night couldn’t get more dramatic.” Cheyenne didn’t laugh. She was already turning toward the bookshelf. Tora let out a breath and looked to Jax. “I’m gunna need a notebook.” Cheyenne moved toward her bookshelf with purpose, brushing her fingers along the spines until she found the one she was looking for. It was a thick, weathered journal bound in soft brown leather. The edges were frayed, the cover scored with claw marks and burn lines. A faint glimmer of old magic clung to it.