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Not that Lucas didn't see the rest of the pack as family, but, the bond between him and Lyle was different. "Lyle's name is Actually Carlyle, but, he hates been called that. Only few people he's close to, knows that. But, he just simply likes been called Lyle." I said. "woah, Like The Carlyle in Twilight?" Byron asked, surprised. "yeah, except, this Carlyle is a werewolf, and not a vampire." Jessie added. They all laughed, except Freya. " Who is she then? And how does she know he's Carlyle? " she tried to keep her voice pleasant, but, even she could hear the edge of irritation. She hated Lyle been close to another woman.

He started to feel more comfortable in the store and spent the rest of the day wandering around the isles looking at the various items. Caleb decided to purchase one of the werewolf books for himself. He wanted to read up on his heritage and how to handle his transformations. Leah helped him find the perfect book and gifted it to him. “I want you to have this book,” said Leah with a huge smile on her face. “It’s about time that you learn all about who you are and where you came from. I know that your father won’t be able to help you, but this book will come in handy should you want to gain historical knowledge about your ancestors. I have the exact same one on witches. I’ve almost used it as

I had to keep studying—this was the only way I could avoid his gaze and his presence. After a few more pages, my eyes drifted to the large bookshelf along the living room wall. It was filled with thick volumes, most in Latin or old English. Slowly, I stood and approached it. My fingers brushed over a spine, trying to read the titles. Anatomi Licanthropica, Genealogy of Packs, Mutatio Lupus. I pulled one out, nearly choking when I saw its contents—pages full of strange illustrations: skeletal figures half-transformed into wolves, notes on dual circulatory systems, and countless terms unfamiliar to me.

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

“What did you find?” "They are texts on using blood as a catalyst for healing," I said, setting the stack on the side table. "I need you to go through them." Leslie picked up the first book and opened it. Della and I both took a book and began reading. After twenty minutes, it was Della who found it first. She had been working through the oldest of the four books, a volume with cracked binding and pages that had gone brittle at the edges, "Leslie, look at this!" Della said as she held the book out and pointed to a section near the bottom of the page. Leslie leaned over and read the page carefully. “This could work,” she said.

The rest of the world could have burned down, and in here, it would still smell like old paper and ink. Perfect. I’d pulled three entire stacks of books around me, a fortress of leather bindings and worn pages: histories of werewolves, dense texts on Lycans, thin, brittle pamphlets about old bloodlines, even obscure case studies of wolfless wolves and the rare, desperate stories of those who’d somehow triggered their first shift late in life. None of it helped.

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through

Next year, Sam and I could be Christian Grey and Ana Steele from Fifty Shades of Grey. I lift my head and pull on a smile. "Okay, I'm over it." "Wow, that was quick," Lily snorted. "I'll have you know; I don't like that book. It's sadomasochistic for me to read or watch the movie." "But it's a good plot," Clark argued. "Sam and I watch it whenever we get-" "Shh!" In the blink of an eye, I left Logan's side and covered Clark's mouth. "TMI" then my eyes landed on Lily as I gasped. "Lily? Why aren't you wearing your costume?"

Both the lizardmen tribes relied on claws and teeth, and the jabberwocky just ate you whole. “A couple of archers and we could wipe them all out.” “Yes,” I said, “but unfortunately our best shot is down there like Aslan about to get a haircut.” Maurice screwed up his nose. “Please don’t mention that hack in my presence.” There are any number of writers you might dismiss as hacks, churning out shitty novels one after the other, but I wouldn’t have put children’s favourite C.S. Lewis among them. “I thought you would’ve liked Lion-Witch-Wardrobe.”

But a soft, ambient glow emanating from the walls themselves, revealing a chamber unlike anything Lena had ever seen. The ceiling stretched impossibly high, arching into a series of interwoven symbols that pulsed with pale, silvery light. The floor was smooth obsidian, the walls lined with towering shelves filled with scrolls, tomes, and relics. At the very center stood a massive pedestal, atop which rested— A book. Bound in dark leather, its cover embossed with the same Rift symbols Lena had seen in her visions. A chill swept through her. Cassian exhaled slowly, stepping toward it. “This is—”