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"That's a second set of books." Zariel moved further down the row, and that was when she found the photographs, a whole box of them, black and white, some color, faces she half recognized and dozens she didn't, all of them arranged with a care that felt almost reverent, dates written in careful pencil along the bottom edge of every print. "Kaelen. Come look at this one." He took the photograph from her hand, and something crossed his face she'd never once seen there before, a boy of maybe six or seven standing between two adults she didn't recognize, none of them smiling, all of them standing exactly the correct, careful distance apart.

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Just as I was about to take my seat…something caught my attention. A thick black book. Older than the rest. Worn on the edges. Tucked in the back of the top right shelf. And sticking out of it…a photo. I paused. Then gently, I pulled it out, dusted it, and opened the book. The first photo made my heart thump. A young Luca, maybe ten years old. Standing beside a tall man in a tuxedo. Proud. Looked familiar. Too familiar. The man had a bold, upward-tilted moustache,brown and thick, almost like it smiled on its own.

I added with a chuckle (that was probably awkward). "There's something I want to show you" she said. Show me? What could it be? "Sure. What is it? " I asked, skeptical yet curious. Anna then looked at Cora and nodded and immediately, Cora buried her arm in her purse and brought out a book with a brown thick cover. "Wait a minute.... Isn't that our family's photo album? " Athena asked a bit surprised. " Yes Mo... Yes mom" she replied with an initial hesitation. What the hell was going on? The tension here was crazy

“Oops.” Grinning sheepishly, I tried another one. This time, it smoothly rolled out, revealing three big black books with hardcovers. I picked one up, turning it to the sides for closer inspection. When a colored square paper slipped out of it, I realized it wasn’t just any book but a photo album. Picking the paper from the floor, I suppressed a gasp. Finding a photo album of anything in Timur Yezhov’s housewasa big deal, especially when he had a photograph on the front page.

I took a deep breath and forced my legs to start moving. Jack looked concerned. Not that I could blame him really. I’m sure I was acting more than a little jumpy for just “looking at some pictures.” As far as he knew anyway. I held the book out for him, but he just stared down at the cover in confusion. I think he was expecting more of a traditional kind of album. I pushed the book into his hands. "Arthur has a special way to hide his 'special' photos," I explained.

I jogged my chin to the box. I watched with bated breath as Persephone reached into the box and pulled out a black book. I cocked my head and looked at the cover. The Silvercloud owl totem was etched into the cover in gold. Persephone gently traced the owl before opening the book and giggling. “What is so funny?” I asked as I moved closer to look. I’m going to die of embarrassment. The book isn’t some tome of knowledge about the Silvercloud shaman power. No, it’s a photo album, and I don’t know which of my parents chose the first picture.

She could remember posing in them before for one of her boyfriends and the pictures of that little photoshoot she still kept in her scrapbook. Her still-warm panties found a place in the box and were buried again as she sat and dug deeper. She touched the soft leathery corner of her personal scrapbook. "Gotcha!" she pulled out the small tome and set it onto her lap. The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Ava had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff cock or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a ma

I needed to figure out who the fuck Alpha Leon really was. Turning more pages, I felt like I was never going to find anything, and I may as well just quit for today. As I went to close the book, the pages flipped open, revealing photos at the end. There were photos of human dignitaries, everyday life during the war, and werewolves, ranging from Omegas to their Alpha King. Taking another sip of my whiskey, I scanned through the photos, many of which I've never seen before, and then one photo caught my eye. My heart fluttered, and my crystal glass fell to the floor, shattering into a million pieces.

"You just don't know it yet." I turned back to the book. Page after page. Illustration after illustration. Wolves and moons and bloodlines stretching back centuries. And then— Another photograph. Tucked in the back, hidden between the last page and the cover. I pulled it out. This one was newer. The colors were brighter. The edges weren't yellowed. It showed a woman standing in front of a small house. A woman with dark hair and dark eyes and a tired smile. My mother. Older now. Weary. But alive.