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The title was written across the front: Relics, Powers, and History: A Shifter's Guide to Magical Relics Caden stared at it. Then he sniffed it again. And again. We all stared at him like he'd lost his Goddess-damned mind. “You guys don't smell this?” I looked at Draven. “No.” Caden looked genuinely confused. “This book smells amazing.” He took another deep breath. “It smells like jasmine... and lemon lime.” We all stared at him. Then we shrugged.

And… I was probably overthinking everything and inventing details… yet I felt certain I had read something about eyes changing color in mythology before. I opened the book, flipped through the first pages, and walked toward the classics building as a cold wind cut across my skin. I tugged my light fall jacket tighter and glanced up just in time to see Levi emerge from the forest, hair a wild mess and eyes glowing gold. I sucked in a sharp breath, snapped the book shut, and ducked behind a building, staring at him with wide eyes as he swung a backpack over one shoulder and headed for the classics building, biceps stretching his T-shirt in the early morning light.

Terry may be a woman disguised as a man, but she has such a beautiful face you couldn't resist having a crush on her. On the other hand, with his childish personality, Seth quickly got Jo to open up. I don't know what or how he gets kids to like him. I mean, when Poppy was scared to trust anyone, he was the first to open her heart, even when she was raised in the dark and scarred by the men who had done things to her. Seth has a way with kids. It may be because he is obsessed with Marvel, D.C., Harry Potter, and other popular brands that kids and adults his age collect. He even has some Lego models that he assembled placed on his shelves.

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

"Not in this entry. I haven't found any other mention so far." "Cause you're not looking up the right topic. Try this book." We all turn and see Lewana placing a large old book on the table. It has to be hundreds of years old. She opens it to a page in the middle and points to a section for Willow. Willow quickly walks over to read it. Willow quickly closes it to look at the cover while keeping the place in the book Lewana had opened. "The power of Lycans." Willow starts to read aloud.

I can’t explain it, but I don’t have to, either, if I don’t bring it up, and I’m not one to ever start conversations. I sniff the paperback—old, musty paper, glue, and Justus—and set it on the pallet. The next book in the pile, Peter Kropotkin’s The Conquest of Bread, has a picture of two men chopping down a tree on the cover. It smells the same. All the books are dog-eared paperbacks with yellowed pages—Walden by Henry David Thoreau, Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler, Critique of Practical Reason by Immanuel Kant, several each by Ursula K. Le Guin and N. K. Jemison, and a massive hardback of Plato’s collected works. The Plato is the only one that looks like it hasn’t been read a hundre

Little by little, with the help of her wolf, she progressed and now that her mate had fucked up, they feared secretly for what might happen to her or what might become of her. Lucas was brought out of his thoughts by Chaos hard tone as she gave an answer to Lucien’s question. “That was why I came here Luce. I’m still thinking about it but in the meantime, I wanted to ask mum to call dad’s friend Hephaestus, the god of dwellings, furnishing, weapons and fire… there are some things I have in mind that I wanted to discuss with him...” And then Chaos launched into details of the things she plans to carry out.

I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain, how weird. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others a bit more newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through the pages and put it back on the shelf, a little too intense for some early morning reading. I picked up another one and read the cover, ‘The Garden of Eden’ by Ernest Hemingway. Not what I expected from a teenage werewolf soon-to-be-Alpha. I put it back and my eyes fell on a really older looking book. I pulled it out and it was big and very heavy. It looked

“It contains history books about werewolves and I brought you here to see if we can find anything about your wolf.” I look up to the shelves again that looks like they go on forever and sigh. This is going to be a long day. “Then shall we get started?” I nod slowly, wanting to get this over with. I wonder if I can find books about hybrids and their curse. Swallowing down my thought, I follow Leonidas's lead. He guides me through shelves, carefully reading the labels. After searching for a while, my gaze catches a book leather bounds with a cryptic title, ‘The Supernatural.”

Saturday morning, after breakfast, Don gave Caroline the three books together. Not the individual copies, which she had received over the years of their publication—The Inside Account in the fifteenth year, The Ground Keeps in the sixteenth, The Emergent World in the eighteenth. She had read each one when it was published, had written to them about each one, and had discussed them with Ernest and Don on subsequent visits. But Don had had a set bound together: The Inside Account and The Ground Keeps and The Emergent World in a single volume, the three books bound in dark green leather with a title stamped in gold on the spine: THE INSIDE ACCOUNT / THE GROUND KEEPS / THE EMERGENT WORLD.