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She said: “I don't have your cup at home, but I just saw it again. I 'll give this to you.” She smiled and said: “The purpose of this kind of book is to make readers sad after reading it. You fell into the trap.” I turned to look at her. After Shelby spread the word that Will was a partner, wouldn't she feel embarrassed to receive such a thing ? I couldn't laugh, but I still answered: “It looks good.” A feeling of not being able to catch her.

Chapter 48 The Werewolf Realm While Erin reunited with Kate, Zaki, and Kira on the other side of the territory, Levi and Micha remained in their shared study—facing the Living Book. It floated above the table, its ancient golden letters swirling across its surface like flowing fire. "Dearest reader… let us begin," the book hummed, its voice echoing softly through the room. Levi and Micha sat down opposite each other, bracing themselves. Every session with the Living Book revealed something darker than the last.

"Who are we fighting against? Or should I ask what are we fighting against?" Eira feared he wouldn't answer because he opened the spell-book again. The sound of pages flipping filled the air apart from the cracking of burning flames about to extinguish. Then, he stopped at a page. Silently, Josh passed the book towards her and gestured her to read. Her eyes first went to the hand-drawn pictures on it. At the top a full moon; a naked man at one end, in the middle what seemed to be a man with a bad posture like her—a hunched back, with hairy body and at the other end, a beast. A four legged hairy beast with sharp canines and claws. A wolf. Then her eyes flitted to the heading and a sigh of awe

At college, meeting Liam and Zain and having Wren… He was just himself. Never again. Never. After this, he was done being anything besides who he wanted to be. After today… He was done. He wasn’t going to wait until the end of break. They were done with this entire country after this day. “Oh, my wolf is coming up. You remember him from the auction, right?” Warrick sounded vaguely interested. Like whatever happened with his wolf was of no concern.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

“I told you he is very powerful, didn’t I? Who do you think made those dark beasts that have waged war on my behalf against Vak and his subjects?” “Wait, Zokman created those wild beasts?” “Yes.” “And you call those things werewolves? They bear no resemblance to us at all.” “Well, everything is still a work in progress, dear Luna. When I become the Alpha King, Zokman will perfect his techniques using people from other regions as well. Until then, we shall make do with what we have for now.” An alarm went off in Erin’s head. “What do you mean by using people from other regions? How does Zokman create his kind of werewolves?”

I flipped the second page open and began reading. “After finding his mate and claiming her as his, the alpha moved to make it known under the crimson moon.” Though I had a foggy mind while reading the first sentence, my mind put the words together to make sense. This was a werewolf lore book just like the ones I’ve devoted myself to reading in the last week, but unlike those, this was a children’s book. I snapped it shut, got up, and hurried away from Zion’s room. I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed.

He tosses that aside and takes a different one. At last, the book he takes now currently, has exactly what he needed. At the cover, there's a rough partner of a werewolf face on it. It's the book Alpha Logan has been looking for. "Finally, I've gotten it," he said, opening the book up. Alpha Logan went through the book, fishing out all the necessary and important information there is to know about werewolves. Due to his search, the Alpha didn't realize that the time had gone. It's when he decided to turn over the page of the book in his hand that he managed to lift his head up.

As we walked, the soft thud of our footsteps echoed through the solemn space. Jeremiah, a wise and weathered wolf with a graying muzzle, carried an ancient book in his hands. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. We reached a magnificent wooden table, carved with the same designs, and Jeremiah gently placed the book upon it. "Lyra," he began, his voice deep and resonant, "this book holds the secrets of our pack's legacy, and within its pages lies the tale of the Silver Werewolf." My curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes fixed on the book. "Tell me, Jeremiah," I said, my voice filled with anticipation. "What is the story of the Silver Werewolf?"

She looked at me seriously and handed me a book. "You need to study this book first. It has everything you need to know about werewolves. It's not that easy to enter their world so I hope you change your mind," Elvis said seriously. I smiled at what he said, and I persevered to learn about wolves and the world they live in. I will not back down and my decision is complete. I studied how to enter their world, and I learned what a weakness of an Alpha was. The creature who mercilessly killed my parents.