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The blood mark that Logan had made previously had disappeared. Cassie took the book out and read the page that had the code secret and Logan bit into his hands, letting the blood drip and then he wiped it on the mark. The rumbling sound came again and it opened and revealed the long and dark tunnel. I turned to look at Ryder and he gulped nervously. This was it. I held Kaya’s hand tighter. I was filled with fear “Alright, let’s get this…” Logan stepped forward and in seconds he was flung across the room. We stared in horror as the shadows began to crawl out of the tunnels like spiders.

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I got distracted for a moment gazing at his glistening, muscular shoulders, resisting the urge to reach out and stroke them. But then I caught a whiff of him, and that helped me get back on topic. He smelled weird. Like rot and mildew. “When there’s a full moon,” I said, scooting back up into a sitting position, “like there will be later tonight, what happens? This is the first one since I… since, you know…” He smiled at me. “If you’re outside,” he said, “and the light of a full moon hits your skin, it can be difficult not to turn. But you’ll be just fine in here tonight.”

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

Afterwards I dry off my dagger on his clothes, making my way to my last victim. Now noises from the camp itself have reached the backend, and he is moving nervously from one foot to another, throwing glances from side to side. People are screaming, crying and cursing from inside, men yelling over women's cries of mercy and children's frightened noises. As I move forward he catches a glint of me, his eyes widening in shock and fear, and I move with the vampire's slick agility into the shadows, only to appear on his other side. “Boo.” I say, relishing in his fear.

She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

The blood moon hung low over Ashfang camp, casting an eerie red glow that bled through the towering pines. Shadows twisted and lengthened, the forest around us alive with whispered fears and restless spirits. It was a night heavy with ancient power — and a night that promised no peace. I stood at the edge of the clearing, the weight of the pack pressing behind me, their eyes reflecting firelight and uncertainty. The pup inside me stirred with a steady heartbeat, a steady pulse I clung to amid the growing chaos.

“You’re officially a camper now.” “Almost.” Jenni crouches beside us. “We have to see if he can make it through the night.” “Are you sure you can stay out here all night?” I ask Hayden. “It can get pretty scary out here when it’s all dark and Gordon the Ghoul is wandering about.” “Who’s Gordon the Ghoul?” Hayden asks, settling onto one of the logs around the campfire. “You’ve never heard of him?” I lean closer to Hayden. “You know, Jenni here is terrified of him,” I stage whisper.

I murmured, gathering my things. At Row D, I ran my fingers across worn spines: Lycanthropy and Legends, Moon-bound, The Silver Curse. My pulse quickened as I pulled a heavy volume free. I whispered to myself, “Could I really…?” “Could you really what?” a voice came from behind me. I spun to see Fiona standing there, arms folded, a curious smile on her face. “Fiona! You scared me.” “Sorry.” She peered at the book in my hand. “Werewolves? That’s… unexpected. Planning a Halloween prank?”