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“What are you trying to hide… or find?” “Nothing,” I said quickly. “Just curious.” When she left, I didn’t waste a second. With help from a guard, I made my way to the mansion’s library. It was grand and silent. Shelf after shelf towered around me, thick with dust and forgotten knowledge. I ran my fingers along spines, reading titles, flipping pages, losing track of time. Then I found it. A book that didn’t look like it belonged. It was old, dusty, and tucked high up on the shelf. The title was etched in faded red ink:

he admitted, his voice tinged with curiosity. I leaned forward, my eyes locked with his. "Well, Alpha Dante, I happened to come across this book in the hospital," I began, relishing in the suspense. "And I couldn't help but wonder if it belonged to Aurelia. I have been searching for her everywhere I could, to ask her if this was her book but I didn't find her." His brows furrowed, a flicker of concern crossing his face. "You've been searching for Aurelia and didn't find her?" he questioned, his tone laced with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

This condition differs by person. Alpha Gabriel had forgotten where this witchcraft forest was located, and he had to be present at the forest to seek the answers he desired. Alpha Gabriel had gone to get the book, he had searched different libraries and later found it, he was as happy as a squirrel,he rushed down to his house but couldn't find the particular page, so he started reading the book afresh, he chuckled because it seemed nice like he was living in his childhood moment once more, he came across the page he had been searching for after minutes of reading.

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No one even read in this corner. Slowly, I pushed myself up, making my way towards it. My hands shook as I opened it. Two words. Found you. No name. No symbol. Just the curve of each letter—neat, intentional. Not Nico’s script. Not Luca’s. Not Matteo’s. Something colder. Something older. The book slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a soft thump. I stood, heart hammering in my chest. Who the hell— I looked around. Slowly. The library remained empty.

The shelves seemed to go higher and higher up the walls, beyond her line of vision. ​ *She walked to towards one of the lower hanging shelves and ran her fingers along the spines of the leather-bound books. Her fingers danced over a large, weathered book again and again. Every time she tried to trail her fingers past, they drew back to it, almost as though it was a magnet. ​ *Pulling the book from the shelf, she placed it down onto the table before her, the book fell open landing on an age stained page, the words ‘Ut inveniet quod habet non fuit Perdita autem capta est’ written.*

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But she didn’t know what. As she turned it all over in her head, it only raised more and more questions. And that surprised her. She was a world-renowned scholar, and could dissect and analyze any book within a matter of minutes. But now, with her own book, in her own attic—in her own handwriting of all things—she was completely stumped. That freaked her out more than anything. After all, she didn’t remember writing any of it. And yet, as she read it, pieces of it seemed to come back to her, in some vague part of her consciousness.

, she asked, standing from her chair and stretching. My eyes traveled the length of her body. "To find the book I need", I explained, drinking her up. "What are you looking for?", she inquired, as she followed me. "I read about false markings before and how to undo them. I just need to find it", I explained.

I went straight to his desk. Bryan was careful. He never left anything incriminating out in the open. But I wasn’t looking for something obvious. I was looking for something small. Something only I would recognize. I checked the drawers first. Files. Ledgers. Useless. Then I moved to the bookshelf. I scanned the rows of leather-bound books, searching for the one detail most people wouldn’t notice. Then I found it. A book slightly more worn than the others, its spine creased from frequent handling.