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It was tucked away in a corner, hidden behind a pile of dusty tomes. Curiosity getting the best of me, I pulled the book out and opened it to a page that caught my eye. The text was written in a language that I didn't recognize, but as I continued to read, I realized that it was a prophecy about a great war between the forces of light and darkness. Lost in thought, I jumped when I heard a voice behind me. "That book is not meant for your eyes, Alpha Augustra." I turned to see the head librarian, an old man named Gideon, looking at me sternly. "Why not?" I asked.

The solidified ambient in the Great Hall seemed to turn back to normal when he let the groan out. *groan* "You shitheads don't seem to understand anything do you… It's all the seventies and forties again..." Erik said, closing his eyes and taking his finger to his temples, initiating a slow massage in small circles. "Effing politics… They want to have power but don't want to obey the rules that come with it…" Headmaster Dumbledore, the Chief Warlock, the Supreme Mugwamp, didn't like Erik's tone. It seemed that he had just been tripped during a power walk. Hearing a sigh coming from Lord Ravenclaw's mouth, he gulped, fearing what was coming for him.

Hugo “Yes, sir,” Eros said, his voice firm and resolute. His determination to see justice served was clear. “It’s absolutely horrifying, one of the most disturbing sights I’ve come across in a while. They had a unique complexion. The attack seemed deeply personal.” He paused, glancing at Frederick. “I knew if Frederick had found this, he’d have remained completely unfazed. In his current state of mind, he would welcome any conflict or battle with open arms. It’s where he truly comes alive when he’s filled with anger.” He looked back at me, his expression tense. “Could it be that mysterious individual?”

“Not now. Calm down. I’ll listen to you later sweetheart.” “I can’t,” I say, the words tumbling out sharper than I intend. My hands tremble at my sides. “You need to hear this now.” Lincoln shifts, clearly amused by my agitation, but Eryx exhales slowly, a deep sigh. His jaw tightens before he nods. “Speak.” I swallow, suddenly acutely aware of Lincoln’s presence. Of how exposed I feel. But the fear outweighs the embarrassment. “I heard Eran,” I say. “In his chamber. He was talking to someone. Whispering.” My voice wavers despite my effort to keep it steady. “He said she’s his mate. That he’s the leader now. That she’ll follow his rules.”

Brigid locked the door, brought out a large ancient book, and went to sit beside Arianna. The book had a fine silver leather cover, with the title written boldly. "Tales of the Realms," Arianna read aloud, the words stirring a strange feeling in her chest. "Echoes of the Forgotten Ages," Brigid added, reading the small subtitle beneath it. "This is going to be interesting." "And we're going to be in big trouble if Selene finds out about this," Arianna muttered.

“It’s a living seal. It’s reading us.” “Reading what?” Caleb demanded, trying to keep his voice low. “Our thoughts? Our blood?” “All of it,” Eron murmured. “It decides who may pass.” Ava’s shard flared in answer, sending a line of light crawling across the silver runes. She staggered a half-step, gripping the wall for balance. In her mind, images flared — chains of light, a great hall filled with shadows, a throne of bone and iron. The presence inside her pressed forward, hungry.

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] Nero remarked after he was awoken by the sound of falling books and the sound of a foreign voice. Note that even until this part, Professor Morgan still had not stop talking in between those sentence. "I am not like any other teachers out there. I am your cool guy." He whispered the last part and Audrey could only forced a laugh to give her teacher a face. "HE.HE." She wanted to make it sound like a candid laugh but when she heard herself, she knew she failed. "We are done here, Professor Morgan. Good to see you." Steve excused themselves shortly afterward and bid him their farewell in the most natural way.

Her wolf screamed—no, howled—loud and uncontrollable in her head. Mate. Her knees buckled. The bond roared like wildfire through her blood, clawing at her skin, destroying every shield she had so carefully built. Her heart stuttered violently. Her lungs refused to function. Darian’s eyes widened. A flicker. Then fire. Rage. His gaze locked on hers—burning, searing, possessive. And then Kaelion spoke, oblivious to the tension. “Your Highness, Alpha King Darian Rhys Draven,” Kaelion said with a bow. “Welcome to Bloodfang. Allow me to introduce my Luna to be—Seraphina.”

"Rourke's forgery. Betrayal bait. Voice deepfake—check metadata. He's unraveling, desperate to claw back power." Doubt flickered, but audio echoed too real—his timbre, inflections mine to memorize. "Metadata? Bullshit deflection. This authorizes my destruction. Partnership? Or pawn discard?" His hand shot out, porcelain fingers vise on wrist, pulling close—heat clashing night chill. "Proof later. Trust the predator who sees you clearest." Obsidian bored deep, thumb stroking pulse point, stirring traitorous ache despite rage. Power imbalance thrummed, dominance veiled seduction.