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Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

ELARA'S POV Frustrated with all the questions and confusion, I turned back to my book to find some sort of solace, if any. It was better than thinking, all I had to do was focus on reading and take my mind off these questions. My eyes scanned the page and landed on where I stopped. My heard made a thump sound, staring back at me in bold lettering was the name of the very person whose visions I kept having. "Elariana, the goddess of the moon and the night creatures"

Then before my own eyes, Galen's and the wolf’s eyes morphed together. I sat straight up and said out loud... “Of course! That must be it they are one in the same. That has to be Galen's unique gift!” I spoke out loud. “I need to talk to Kieran, she will tell me.” I got up and walked to Kieran's bedroom and knocked on the door. She opened the door, “Rayna, come on in.” she ushered me into her room. “You been so quiet lately, are you okay, is something wrong?”

Someone like Kaileyn who was obviously an instigator. Yelina knew what was needed to cure such ailment for a person, according to the book in her husband's library and Yelina had also seen her going through that book. Yelina also knew that she understood the words that were written in the book despite the facts that it was written in deep latin. Yelina also knew that the Luna had told her to watch and see because of the challenge she threw at HER. What if Yelina told Kaileyn all these and Lair suddenly became well, of course, they would know Estelle had a hand in it and had successfully found the one with the special blood.

EVELARA I gazed at the book before me. Stunned and somewhat nervous. All this while I was thinking of finding some mention of this name somewhere, or perhaps a chapter, but I didn't expect to find an entire book out of it. LUNAREETH— the name was written above bold and big with ancient golden inks. The brown leather of the book had turned into ash due to dust. The leather itself had turned edgy and sharp. Seems the book is sitting here for centuries long…

Even from atop the wall, Elara could feel powerful magic radiating from it. Old magic. Ancient magic. The chest was carefully opened. Inside rested a single book. --- Gasps erupted among the nobles. The book looked older than anything most of them had ever seen. Its leather cover was cracked with age. Silver symbols decorated the binding. The moment Elara looked at it, something inside her stirred. Recognition. Not conscious recognition. Something deeper. Something instinctive. The Alpha lifted the book carefully. "This is the Chronicle of Luna." Even Lucien's eyes narrowed.

Her hands had never trembled, not once, not even when the shadows pressed close. "She has your gift," Marta said one evening, watching Luna work in the healing hut, her movements efficient and sure. "But she also has something else. A strength you didn't have at her age. A determination that will carry her far. She'll be greater than either of us, Elara. Greater than any healer this pack has ever known." Elara nodded, her heart full to bursting. "She already is. She already is." Ayla, at eighteen, had emerged as a warrior of legend, her name spoken in the same breath as the great warriors of old.

As gorgeous as it all was, Elaina found herself going farther, to the end of the room, to a section of books that looked terribly old and for some odd reason appeared the most interesting. There were leather chairs in this part of the room as well, single high-backed ones the color of rich caramel. Reaching out, she let her fingers brush lightly over the tattered spines of a couple books, stopping as if by no control of her own on one. The name TREKAS was printed in letters so worn she could barely see them all. Elaina pulled that one from the shelf without a moment’s hesitation. Before opening it, as if knowing already that this was going to take some time, she’d backed up until she sank in

Gael is a model, and his family owns a magazine company that he now runs. Next is Elias, an indescribable oddball of a person. Fundamentally kind, yet sarcastic and delightfully teasing. He was a talented dancer and dance instructor. Physically, Elias possessed dark blond hair, olive-toned skin, and captivating bottle-green eyes that only added to his strangely alluring beauty. Most of the time, the guy could be downright creepy, but I loved him dearly nonetheless. My own matchmaking skills had succeeded in pairing him with his wife, Ginger — a woman with vibrant, reddish-brown hair, salmon-pink lips, and skin adorned with a smattering of cute freckles. Ginger also had a slightly hairy, redd