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The centerpiece of the space was an old oak roll-top secretary’s desk, the accordion-type cover pushed up, the desktop littered with papers and Post-It notes and books with Brad’s Toshiba laptop in the middle of it all. “So this is where the magic happens, huh?” Bias said, walking further into the room. “If by ‘magic’ you mean ‘blood, sweat, and tears’, then yes, this is where it all happens.” Wandering over to the desk, Bias picked up one of the books. “Life in Colonial America,” he read. “What are all these books for?” “Research for my Roanoke novel.” “Old school research. You know, you can find a lot of information on the internet these days?”

“If what I’m thinking is true, then... this is no longer a battle for the throne.” “I don’t understand, Miaka,” Acelin pleaded. “What aren’t you telling me? What’s so bad about this?” “Very bad if what we think is true.” I nodded at Miaka. Acelin might worry, but he wouldn’t whisper. Miaka looked at me for a second and agreed. Then she confirmed what had been in my mind this whole evening. “An Ancient is waking.”

She had come looking for the child who had caused the book to appear again, the book that would finally grant her the powers of a god, the child who was a half blood. Anika had been a terror for hundreds of years. This was not the first time she was attempting a revolt. She failed the first time she tried to get the book from Amary, it's custodian and she was banished from the coven and locked away, but the greed of humans and wolves alike was her escape. It was told that she had the power to control the mind and plant thoughts in your head, longings that appeared as real as day.

She deadpans. Rica tilts her head at her and shrugs indifferently. “It was a big rumor going around. We should at least stay updated.” Anna merely shakes her head, her mind only occupied by Max, the man pulling out his audacity from God-knows-where and taking days to send her an email. That asshole. How long is she going to have to wait for him? How hard is it to construct an email anyway? Is he illiterate?! Lunch passes, and eventually her last class too, but there was still no email from the man. What kind of luck has gone her way, partnering her up with a mysterious and lazy partner for her most crucial final requirement?

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

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