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Exhausted, frustrated, and confused, Rio sat alone in the library. Books are scattered at the table in front of him. These books were all about paranormal beings. Creatures that are believed to have existed among us but stayed hidden from the mortal’s eye at least. Rio massages his forehead removed his reading glasses and closed his eyes.

The symbols on the obelisk seem to be pulsing in a particular pattern, almost like they're showing me a way up. I take a closer look, trying to memorize the pattern. It's almost like a staircase, with each symbol lighting up in a sequence. I take a deep breath and reach out a hand, placing it on the first symbol. The pulsing intensifies, and I feel a jolt of energy pass through me. The symbol slides out, like a handhold on a climbing wall. For a long moment, the five of us just stare at it. "Another pattern," Damon murmurs. "Like the river of lava."

Great. That opens a floodgate of articles about hormones, pheromones, and 'soul-deep connections.' Nothing remotely scientific. It's all romance novel tropes and spiritual mumbo jumbo. I groan quietly pressing my palms over my eyes. What do I think I'm going to find? A diagnosis for 'help, I dry-humped my boss and now my brain's short-circuiting?' I can't stop. The next search is even more absurd. I am being influenced by paranormal fanfic websites: 'Supernatural myths about wolves.'

The taller man in front of me with the gorgeous amber eyes, dark curly hair, and a tattoo of a half-moon on his neck, smiles and says, “I am Max, this is Damen, and the stealthy stud behind you is Sam, and you are our mate.” Did he say “mate?” I must have seriously hit my head or something and this cannot be happening. I have read so many paranormal and supernatural romance novels, and it is only in stories that I have heard someone say “mate” in the way he just did. “What do you mean by mate,” I say while looking at him like he grew a third arm or something.

I supposed reading probably wasn’t an interest of hers. My fingers stopped on the spine of a black book with silver lettering stamped into the spine. Mysteries of Vampires, Werewolves and Humans, it read. I considered it for a moment before sliding it out of the shelf. Was it a journal? A scientific or historical text? I took a seat on the sofa and began to read, quickly snapping the book shut when I read the explicit words on the pages and felt the heat crawl up my face.

believed that the only way for us to be able to rebuild our population, was by producing children with the vampires and mages. And now, she has been told that her ex Alpha is looking for a hybrid bride. “I know mother, but unfortunately we didn’t have a seer telling us it was our only option at the time” I pointed out. “Hah! Quite frankly I’m amazed the Alpha even entertained the idea of approaching a seer in the first place!” “Perhaps that will give you an idea of how desperate we are” I replied gently. Her eyes softened. She moved back to the table and sat down. After taking a breath she turned back to me. “I can’t say I’ve heard anything from the other lone wolves. I’m unusual in the way

to the perks of this place. “I found hardly anything,” I say. “Just one picture. It looks like it’s really old.” Brynn nods so hard it’s a wonder her head doesn’t fall off. “And it’s in the middle of a river, on an island. A ton of people have gone missing from there.” A chill passes through me. “What? When?” “Just over the decades.” She chews her bottom lip. “And supposedly it’s haunted, too.” My gaze falls to my slip-on sneakers. For the millionth time, I wonder why my dad chose this for me.

I searched the werewolf research database on my phone for a while, hunting for anything I could find on one sided mate bonds or small wolf forms. When my search was once again fruitless — as I should have known it would be — I switched to those paranormal romance stories I found that first night after I met Taryn. I needed something to distract me from the ache caused by our distance. I’d had to weed through a lot of terrible books, but I eventually found a few authors who seemed to know what they were writing about. Maybe those authors are supernaturals in disguise. I lift my phone and tap the button that snoozes my alarm, setting it back down on my chest all without even opening my eyes. B