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Calix asked after a long moment of silence, pulling out a book from the small stack on my desk. “That is a book of tales and myths about our people.” I said, smiling when he placed the book next to me on the loveseat. “It holds the story of the original Shifters and the Four Sacred Dragons that founded the four Kingdoms.” Calix climbed onto the seat and grabbed the book, raising it to me as he settled against the armrest. “Would you like me to read it to you?” I smiled as he nodded again, his brown hair bouncing around as he leaned in a little closer.

He poked her forehead and helped Reap transfer everything over faster. "I will be able to absorb Ion Energy much faster now!" Felicity said having recovered. "My main will be what now?" "Frozen Swan." Ren said. "The manual you had before and the one I gave you before, all share traits in common. Technically that does not even matter. Your primary can change as you will find out. Your Second Primary will be the Vampiric Devil. That is my primary manual. And last but not least.. your Third Manual."

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The conversation slowly rebuilds fragile bridges. **Chapter 144: A Proper Date** Cassie agrees to one date as a test, with no pressure. Reggie accepts gratefully and leaves for his hotel, promising restraint and respect. Excitement mixes with caution as she processes the whirlwind. The agreement feels like the first real step toward healing. **Chapter 145: Preparation** Cassie calls Emily, who squeals with excitement and rallies Sarah to fly in for support and outfit advice. The friends turn her apartment into a glam station, helping her choose the perfect dress and offering pep talks. Their love and laughter ease her nerves.

When we weren't training, she made us spend all our time in the library. “Is it wrong to read those books?” I asked. “No. It's never wrong to read, sister.” She cupped my cheeks softly. “But the power in reading is knowing which information you can weaponize and which one to ignore. The lies in books are just as much as the truth.” I nodded, already committing her words to memory. She sighed and drew closer to me. “Remember this, Eloise. No one out there is your friend. They're all enemies waiting to strike you the minute you let your guard down. Use every weapon at your disposal to destroy your enemies before they destroy you. Always make the first move.”

Where do I even fit into this life? I feel as though I’ve been kidnapped and locked up in a vampires layer. The thought makes me chuckle. I know Lorcan is a hybrid, but he has the look of an ancient vampire. Apart from the fact, he’s built like a brick shit house, and most vampires aren’t. If I hadn’t seen Lorcan’s majestic wolf, I wouldn’t believe he could shift at all. I found the library stationed on the third floor. I was so awed by its beauty that I could barely contain myself. I love to read, and Lorcan’s library has more books than I have ever seen in my life. The shelves go from floor to ceiling!

I just allow each blow to flow until I feel comfortably numb. I knew I shouldn't have let my guard down. Thump. Fuck her. She is supposed to love me for me, not what I had done. Thump. Thump. I kept throwing rights harder and harder at the bag as I allowed myself to remember the look on her face the day I was released, how her eyes rolled back as I entered her for the first time, the way tears welled up at the airport when we had to say goodbye. Thump.

he said, wiping off a trickle of sweat that slowly trailed down his forehead. “Yes, I'm fine,” he replied her. He went silent for some seconds as his mother spoke to him. “No, he left me alone,” he said, referring to Harold. “I'll find my way, mother, don't bother.” He fell silent again then added, “that's why I'm the next alpha. If Harold was able to find his way last year, I will be able to this year even easier than he did.” He ended the call and sighed, wiping off another trickle of sweat. The naturally high temperature of the school wasn't one he was used to.

“Are you my boyfriend or my bodyguard?” He held his ring in front of me, my eyes were magnetized by the intricate carvings on it. “Guardian angel, remember?” He straightened up on his seat, and in a louder than necessary voice, he said, “And unlike the last one you had, I have a sword, not a halo. And my wings are black, not white. It’s time they realized who they will have a problem with the next time they hurt even a single hair in your body!” My eyes widened at him. He took my hand in his again, and then he bent down to kiss my fingers once again. “I love you, angel.” He didn’t even whisper that. I was sure many people around us heard everything he said.

Zora held it out to me, "this belongs to you." I gingerly held the book between my fingers in fear it would disintegrate to ash if I was too rough. The leather on this book had been embroidered with purple thread—the image of a howling wolf's head being formed. If I listened closely enough, I could make out faint whispers coming from the book—a cacophony of different sounds urging me to do one thing: open the book. "The wings called to him the way the wolf calls to you," Zora explained. She moved to exit the room with one last statement, "Only one person would make a better queen than you and when it comes time for them to rule, you will be proud."