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The spines were worn, and the books had been pulled out and replaced at slight angles, clear evidence that they had been used. I crossed to the section and saw racing memoirs, biographies, technical manuals, and books on the psychology of competition. Tucked between two histories was a journal. Leather-bound, expensive. I knew I shouldn't, but I pulled it out and opened to the first page. It was Aldric’s handwriting, dated three years ago. The therapist says I should write, process my feelings, and learn to trust again. Bullshit. My breath caught. I flipped forward and skimmed through the entries. Most of them were about racing, filled with notes, strategies, and observations. Some of the en

“Here you go,” Niko says holding out an old brown book. Like the mafia rules, there’s nothing written on it, no title, or author's name. not even an abstract design. Just a plain book. At least this one seems to be just an old journal not like the other one Niko described to be bound in human flesh, yuck. The original Mafia rules, not the copy I read but still. I still sniff at it a little. Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin.

I go the opposite way, painstakingly reading each and every title. “Callie!” Alice exclaims excitedly. “I think I found something.” I hurry over, seeing her pull a smaller black book off the shelf. There’s no title on this book, only a gold Baphomet overlaid on the leather. “The Book of the Beast,” I whisper, eyes lighting up. “I think you did find something.” She cracks the spine and I lean over, heart racing. And then the library doors open and close with a boom, echoing throughout the entire room. Alice and I both jump, and she quickly shoves the book into her cloak.

It has an ornate metal clasp on the front which locks the pages giving the illusion of it being a box. I run my fingers over the clasp and it clicks open. I feel my wolf push to the front of my mind but I'm so engrossed in the book I hardly even notice. I open the cover carefully and look at it. On the inscription page is some writing and a hand drawn picture of a wolf in black ink. I read the inscription out loud. 'Journal of Lycius 1800AD' "Where does it say that?" Hunter says looking over my shoulder.

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A blast of cold air rushed up from below, smelling like wet stone, old blood, and something rotten beneath snow. The journal slid across the floor toward the opening. “No!” I lunged for it. Damien caught me tighter. “Leave it.” “No.” “That thing wants you closer.” “The book has been more honest than half the people in this town.” “It is not a person.” “Neither are half the people in this town.” The journal teetered on the edge. Pages fluttering. Glowing. Waiting. Then one page ripped free and flew upward on a burst of silver wind.

I looked at the plate of snacks, then at the old leather-bound books about witches I had been hiding, and finally at the massive journal sitting by my plate. With a frustrated groan, I pushed the witch books aside and pulled the King's journal toward me, flipping it open to the first page. I had an hour to figure out how to judge a pack of wolves, and the clock was ticking. I flipped past the filled pages, the paper scraping against my fingers as I hurried toward the back of the book. Most of the entries were filled with neat, dense handwriting detailing past disputes, land boundaries, and punishments. I kept turning until the ink stopped, opening to the very last written page.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

For a while, he just stared at me but then shook his head anyway saka mas lalo pang nilakihan ang hakbang nito as he headed to the business section, causing me to half run and half walk just to keep up with him. Goddammit! "Ms. Javier?" "W-What?" I answered with heavy breaths dahil sa kahahabol rito. "Take this." Then he suddenly throw a book that weighs like a bag of rocks to me na taranta ko namang sinalo. "What's this?" Naguguluhang tanong ko rito when he suddenly gave me that gray book. 'Ways to kill competitors' Agad na umarko ang kilay ko when I read those words boldly printed on its cover.

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