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“I had the whole piece ready. I could have sent it before you even woke up.” Anna sat up slowly. She just looked at me like she was bracing for the hit. “And now?” I walked back to the bed. I climbed in and knelt beside her. “I can’t publish it,” I said. The words felt heavy and saying them out loud made my chest hurt a little. “Not after what happened between us. It feels… wrong. Like I’d be cutting out a piece of myself just to get the headline.” Anna’s breath left her in a slow, controlled exhale. “Say it again,” she asked, quieter.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

The lock was flimsy, more for show than security, and it gave way with a simple click. Her breath caught. Good lord. Neatly arranged on a bed of black velvet lay a collection of items she had never, not in a million years, associated with Barbara and Mark. Silken ropes, a black leather blindfold, several vibrators of varying size and apparent intensity, a gleaming silver butt plug, a soft-looking feather tickler, and other, more intimidating implements she couldn’t name. Her face flushed with a heat that was part shock, part voyeuristic thrill. Her prim, perfectly-coiffed mother-in-law… and Mark, the stoic, retired accountant… into this?

He'd been wrong. ~Three Months Earlier~ The coffee in Marcus Chen's office had gone cold an hour ago, a ring of beige residue coating the inside of the mug. He hadn't noticed. His attention was fixed on the research proposal spread across his desk—the one that had kept him awake until 3 AM for the past week—and the one that was about to be picked apart by the woman sitting across from him.

It was different from the one Tennyson had in his study not only by size. The collections here were much more different and wondered how many years it had taken to gather them, how many generations of noblemen had held them in their hands. A great number of them were on political topics, but Oliver found with a surprise the collection contained various other types of stories in other genres. The books were prevailingly in English, but some were in German and French. There were also some in Chinese- Callum's. He followed the spines with his fingers and then moved his hands over the masterfully decorated covers with unfamiliar symbols drawn on them.

He returned his attention to the bookshelf at the rear of his office, the one he’d been browsing when he’d first heard the strange sounds outside, only being made by the cats, after all. The top shelf held purely “literary works.” Poetry collections of Blake, Yeats, Robert Frost, and Shakespeare. Prose collections of Zora Neal Hurston, Hemingway, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Flannery O’Connor, and folktales collected by the Brothers Grimm. Novels, from The Man in the Iron Mask to Madame Bovary, to Villette and Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, to A Passage to India by E. M. Forster.

Word by word, sentence by sentence, she continued to trace the direction of the story being told in the novel titled "Werewolf Kingdom" A novel written by a world-renowned author and beloved by fantasy enthusiasts, its popularity has never waned until this day, even though 13 years have passed since its release to the public. The woman who is currently reading it is a fan of fantasy stories who already has a collection of more than 100 books in the bookshelf in her room. Not content with just books, the woman also has a collection of several movies, most of which tell stories about werewolves.