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He looked like a man ready to work. “Take anything relevant,” he ordered the guards softly. “Take ten books each. Find anything on the goddess lines, on remarkable gifts, and on old healer rites. Start now.” We dispersed quickly, hands skimming spines and pulling out volumes. My fingers found a thin book with cracked leather. Its title was faded, written in English from an old time. I opened it and scanned. Pages moved. It was slower work than I thought; some books were full of ritual and nothing more.

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"It's Alexander, thank you. You may proceed." "So, according to the book which I told you about. It's called the Galaxus. It was compiled by ancient idols and spirits and poltergeists and many more. We had from Jove, Poseidon, and damn, I even got from the goddess of wisdom, Athene..." "Just cut to the chase, will you?"

I was running out of time and I was beginning to grow frustrated. "When you are forced to pick between two evils, you pick NEITHER of them and choose a third option instead". Aria was so carefree the way she said it, as she hovered close to a bookshelf. "A third option, what do you mean?" I inquired. I could see Aria pull out a book from the shelf and place it gently on the table. It was very heavy, considering how little she was but she managed by herself. "What book is this?" "It is the codex of 'GAIASANIA AND GAIAMANIA' - a compilation of the Annual records of the 14 werewolf kingdoms". Aria disclosed to me, as she magically flicked the pages of the book.

Gael said, firmly dislodging his arm from her grip. Flavia’s lips curled into a sharp smile. “Gael, I don’t mind seeing the paintings one more time. I’m happy to spend the time with you. I’d love to exchange opinions with Alpha Zoriana regarding some of the artwork.” “Flavia,” Gael growled, his voice a low warning. Flavia simply met his look with wide, innocent eyes. The beauty of the gallery had been poisoned by her presence, and Zoriana had no desire to spend another second walking on eggshells.

Calista POV. I push the shopping cart around the hardware store and I try my best to not laugh at how panicked Gaia really is. She has gone crazy adding stuff like fire extinguishers, bubble wrap, baby safety devices. She has even asked about reinforced steel. “What is she doing?” Gabe asks from the side he too has a cart, same as Leo and Jake. I sigh as I shake my head.

Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

It was a sight to see and really made you feel like you were in a far more magical place than normal. I followed Gale into one of the larger huts I knew to be hers. She kept many of the spell books and other larger items used in rituals and casting. They would either be borrowed or they would be done under her supervision within her hut. Alpha Evan had gone off with some of the children as they were planning on giving some of the celebration decorations as well as sharing truffles once they were cleaned. It left me with Gale alone. We walked into her hut and it smelled of earth and forest. It was as close to feeling like home, smelling like Auri as I had gotten in a long time. Inhaling slowl

Selene’s POV The soft brushes swept over my skin with practiced ease, the makeup artists murmuring among themselves about tones and contours. I sat still, half-listening, my eyes lingering on the open book sprawled on the velvet chair beside me, the old witches' text I had discovered in the library. The pages were aged and brittle, yet the power in the words still pulsed like a living thing. Every line I read about blood oaths and forgotten deities made me more certain, Gazelle wasn’t just a threat from the past. She was planning something dark. Something terrible.