The Rejected Goddess
"Why don't we ask the book? It said the Vampires wouldn't go to war with their kind. Maybe we're missing something."
"Good idea," Micha agreed. "Let's go to my room."
I nodded to the pack seer, and Micha and I left.
When we arrived, I expected the book to be open, pages flipping as usual, but the room was silent—dead silent. Micha and I exchanged nervous glances.
I approached the book, tapped on it—it didn't respond.
"Um… hi," Micha said nervously.
I kept tapping, but nothing happened.
"Why isn't this book opening? We really need it now," Micha said urgently.
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