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It was a large hall and it was filled to the brim with books and paintings of different kinds. Chandeliers fit into the ceiling were the only sources of light in the whole room. I browsed the bookshelves, my eyes widening as I caught sight of a book about how to permanently trap a werewolf in their animal form. I’d barely put that one down before I noticed another that was about how to hunt and kill werewolves with abilities. “How come I’ve never heard about books like this?” I asked. “Are any of these even legal?” He chuckled lightly, “they’re called secrets for a reason Luna. And that’s why they are locked up in here.

Well, with the rate at which I am allowed to move about , it is actually not shocking that I never knew about this room. The heavy door is already open. Lev walks straight to a tall bookcase against the wall. Books fill every shelf. Old, leather covers and gold letters. Lev reaches for a thick red book. Nikolai’s voice cuts sharp. “Wrong book.” My mind spins. Men are shooting outside. Guns. Death. And they stop for books? What is this? Lev moves two shelves left. His hand finds a thin black book. No title. He pulls it. A low click sounds. The whole bookcase swings inward slow. Like a door. A hidden door. My mouth opens but no sound comes. Shock freezes me.

The squeaky noise when I opened the door nearly made me pee in my undies. I may have just announced my presence in the house, even when I intended to make it secretive. I took off my heels and held them in my hands to avoid creating a noise. Like an intruder, I tiptoed to the stairs while heading to the guest room. I would rather endure Ethan's wrath when I am fully awake in the morning than this moment. Hopefully, his rage would have disappeared when he was awake Despite the blackout, I could still find my way through the stairs It was a successful move. I quickly opened the guest room and jumped on the bed like an exhausted warlock who just conquered an entire army.

With some effort, I managed to push it open, revealing an enormous underground chamber. My breath caught in my throat. The chamber was filled with rows upon rows of old books and scrolls—an ancient library dedicated to werewolf lore and magic. The walls were lined with shelves crammed with forgotten knowledge, and in the center of the room stood a large, intricately carved table covered in tomes and manuscripts. I approached the table, my eyes scanning the titles. Many of the books were written in old, nearly forgotten languages, but one tome caught my attention. It was bound in dark leather, the title barely legible: "The Lament of the Moon."

Until I reached a door. Ancient. Locked. But the moment my fingers brushed against it— It opened. Luca was right behind me, tension radiating from him. “Angelina, wait—” But I was already stepping inside. The chamber was small. Circular. At its center stood a pedestal, and on it— A book. Old, bound in leather, its pages yellowed with age. And yet, as I reached for it, the symbols on its cover glowed. Recognition slammed into me.

Relieved, I exhaled and nodded for her to continue. She leaned in slightly. “Today, I brought his lunch to his chambers, but he wasn’t there. So I looked around. That’s when I noticed a bookshelf positioned oddly against the wall. I bumped into it by accident, and—” she hesitated, lowering her voice even more, “—behind it, there was a hidden door.” My brows lifted. “A secret chamber?” She nodded. “I peeked inside. He was in there… talking to someone.”

She closed her eyes. Chapter 29✔️

It sounded like the sound of pages turning, and it was getting louder. I turned to see what was making the noise, and that's when I saw it. A massive, ancient book was standing on a pedestal, its pages turning rapidly as if blown by an invisible wind. Arachne's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement. "The Book of Secrets," she said. "It holds the knowledge of the ages. And it's been waiting for you, Lila." I felt a surge of wonder and awe. The Book of Secrets? What secrets did it hold? And why was it waiting for me?

As I stepped out of the elevator, my mood was great, and the stress from the earlier meeting somehow disappeared. My secretary greeted me, “Sir, someone sent you a gift. I placed it inside.” A gift? I wonder who it's from. I nodded and went straight to my office. Upon entering, I immediately saw the gift my secretary mentioned – a black box with a red ribbon on top. I furrowed my brows, wondering who could have sent it. I approached my desk and took the box. There was no indication of the sender. I examined it closely before opening. “Sh*t!” I dropped the box and took a step back as soon as I saw its what inside.