Buffalo Library Catalog Novels & Stories

Carline shouted and waved at the man while smiling so I lowered her hand. I looked at Astrielle and she just snorted as if unaffected. Alas! we finished our enrollment at one o'clock and we went round and round until we ended up in the school library. I went to the history area and asked the librarian about Lycans and other books with regards to wolves while my two friends are at the main library sofa. "We don't have any records about the Lycans, but maybe the museum has them. There are books there that are not in the town's archives. Don't tell others that I said it, because I might get caught..." said the librarian.

Boston was scrolling through his phone, not paying attention to me, but heard my mumbled question, “Hmm? Oh! We used to have a librarian that helped keep up with this place, but when she passed, the Alpha didn’t replace her. That was her desk.” “Oh! Can I ask why the Alpha didn’t replace the librarian when you clearly use this space during the school year for all the pups?” “Not sure…I don’t think we have anyone else in the pack that is very experienced in maintaining a library of this caliber to be honest. I could ask the Alpha if you would like?” Boston seemed genuine in offering to help me get an answer to my curiosity. “Oh, nah, that isn’t necessary. I was just curious is all. Thank you

he asked again. "Yes, we have a class, but we just need to learn something," Cathy honestly said. Of course, he knows that even though the librarian is a beta, he still has the ability to inform their other teachers that they are here. It's better that they don't lie. "Um, do you have a book about the different types of wolf forms and the hierarchy?" "Shall I lead you guys there?" the librarian said with a smile. "We don't have any students coming here since everyone has class."

If there was something wrong: anything at all, I would find it. The library was quiet, the familiar scent of old paper and ink wrapping around me. At the front desk, Mr. Jones sat hunched over a thick book. “Mr. Jones,” I said. He looked up slowly, sliding a pencil between pages. “Yes, child?” “I need the catalogue.” “What are you looking for?” “Books on mate bonds,” I whispered. He nodded, handing me the catalogue. “Section 3C. But double-check.” I scanned the page. “They’re at 3C."