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I asked them as I too sat down and began to read. “One book builds up to a way that they can be killed, but then abruptly changes the subject on the next page. I thought that maybe it had been taken out, but I can’t see any damage to the pages.” One piped up from the couch. “Well, what does it tell us?” He adjusted his reading glasses on his nose as he flipped back to a bookmark. “There are pictures of the Lycans being stabbed and burned; so maybe their weakness is fire?”

One that wouldn’t just let her speak to the world, but would let her raise it. She envisioned a year-long mentorship. Ten young women. Five countries. Each one writing their first books. Sharing their stories. Lighting up their communities. It wouldn’t be about her anymore. It never really was. By midnight, the proposal was finished. She named it: “The Fire We Share.” And the opening line read: “This is no longer just my story. It never was.” Before bed, she texted Clara: “I have an idea. A massive one. You in?” Clara replied almost instantly:

During that walk back home, the hand-written manuscript of my first completed story (going by the length, it would have been a novella), the yearning for The Booker, the aspiration of batting like Sachin, the fantasy of writing a story for my best friend’s film, the vision of the hilltop cottage, bringing Deuta’s murderers to justice – everything that made up my existence – felt like a heavy burden. I stayed up the night feigning studies and waiting for Nisim to start snoring. Around midnight, when almost everyone was asleep in our building, I quietly sneaked out of the bed, grabbed the manuscript of my novella and my cricket kit, went out in the lawn and set them on fire. The flames rose up

I had an idea and a plot, I was inspired by an article I found on Stockholm syndrome… that was why I found the Book 1 necessary to be written, so you can see the back story. I also added other character lives because I would love to be doing spin offs and I wouldn’t want to begin it with back stories of characters you already knew. I was really young when I started this book, with a lot of ideas for it but so little skill hence I wasn’t able to describe some scenes or emotions the way I had it in my head but this only goes to say I would be editing this book from the beginning. I actually thought it was a good idea to not write the main concept of the book in the introduction but turns out n

“Alpha, I’ve met Astrid, and although she matches with most of what the book says, I don’t believe that she would be a danger to anybody. In the years that I was gone, you were here with Astrid, and you know her better than I do. I’ll trust your judgment more than I’ll trust myself,” Beta Alek bowed his head in surrender. I nodded my head, satisfied with the answer he gave me. I thought instead of being a help, he would be an obstacle to me. “Good… Good,” I muttered repeatedly as I thought of a plan. “I want you to burn this book.” Beta Alek lifted his chin and looked at me with surprise. “Alpha, this book is the only copy we have out there. It took me years to find this book, if we burn thi

Wren’s POV My brain was short circuiting every five minutes. I was sitting cross-legged on my bed, textbook open in front of me, staring at the same paragraph for what had to be the fifteenth time. I hadn’t read a single word. Not one. Because all I could think about was— His hand in mine. His mouth on mine. The way he said you’re mine like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “God,” I groaned, dropping my head into my hands. “Get it together, Sinclair.”

I needed to learn how to control it, to use it properly. As I read these words, the book suddenly grew hot in my hands. Unbearably hot. I tried to hold on, but it was like holding fire. The pages began to smoke, then flames appeared at the edges! I dropped the book with a cry. It landed on the stone floor, burning with a bright, clean fire. The flames only touched the book, nothing else. In moments, the book was gone. Only a small pile of ashes remained. I stared at the ashes, my mind racing. Why did the book burn? Was it my magic? Did I make it happen? Or was it meant to burn after being read?

she said firmly, her voice taking a chastising tone. "No, this is exactly the time," I interjected stubbornly. "I saw fire today. Once you light a fire, it has to burn and it doesn't care if this is the time or place. Fire either burns brightly or it fizzles into nothingness and smoke. Without the fire, there is no light. So, are you two burning or fizzling?" I demanded. I wanted an answer. Andrew looked at me, and I shrugged. I might be confused from the drugs, but it had sounded poetic in my head.

“You find something interesting, Maya?” I hesitated, my fingers tracing the edge of the journal. “This bunker belonged to a scientist,” I said slowly. “Someone who predicted The Burning. They tried to stop it.” Ben frowned, lowering his rifle slightly. “What do you mean, ‘predicted’?” I handed him the journal, watching his expression shift as he flipped through the pages. “They knew something was coming. They were part of some kind of project to stop it, but it got out of control.” Marcus snorted from his spot near the wall. “So, what? Some crackpot scientist thought they could play God and screwed it all up? Sounds about right.”