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he said simply, and held them out to me. I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to. I took the supplies with shaking hands and sank into the oversized armchair near the bed, bracing the sketchpad on my knees. The pencil flew across the page like it had a mind of its own. Every movement was sharp with memory. The cover—aged leather, cracked and rough, drawn in long strokes. The spine thick, ancient-looking. On the front, I etched symbols that shimmered in my mind’s eye—runes that glowed faintly in my memory, drawn from the hazy edges of my last vision.

The next few pages show how the wolves didn’t eat the child, but took her with them. Then the illustrations jump to a battle scene, full of death and carnage. Bodies on the ground, and what looked like people and beasts fighting each other. Page after page showed carnage and blood, some images might be a little graphic to have in the Library to be honest. “If this book is about war, then what does the girl surrounded by wolves, from the first page have to do with anything?” The more I look through the book the more confused I become by the first few pages.

Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

Alex pouted, but Ash just shook his head. "So what do you need to work on?" Ash looked at him, and Alex just smiled. "I want you to succeed. Plus, I have two papers to do, and they can't be late. Plus, I'm working on my first graphic novel about us, and I can't wait for it to be printed. It's going to be epic! So do you want to make out, or do you want to start your paperwork, and I'll make it up to you later tonight when the pups are asleep?" Ash winks at him, and Alex growls.

He turned the page He turned the page < i remember when we fought the amphibious and we lost , it was us who began this war the amphibious is a peaceful race, the last thing i remember from that war that the masked man were there and he declare the war> He turned the page Another page < i cannot remember what i did before the war, we were an adventure group we visited many place but i can't remember, i asked the others and they said the same that we traveled together to many places but no one remember where > A blanc page with a little sketch on the bottom is a sad face with one eye the other one is bleeding . The next page is a drawing of the moon but he was red like the blood. The next pag

"Sorry if I interrupted. Just didn't want you stressing over it before critique." "No, it's—thanks." I reached through the gap, fingers brushing his as I took the book, the leather cover warm from his grip. A jolt, small but electric, like static from a shared secret. Inside, the pages whispered: my half-sketches, the ones I'd abandoned in the sink's frenzy yesterday—storm clouds bleeding into faces, fragments of Nolan's profile etched in hasty lines. Private. Exposed. My cheeks heated, and I tucked it against my chest, the sheet shifting precariously. "You didn't have to come all this way. Text would've been fine."

He said before handing it over. The book was only a little larger than my palm, and the pages were so few that I frowned. Can this even be considered a book? Nevertheless, I flipped to the first page, only to see a blank space. But on the second page, I paused. It was a sketch of a black mark, very similar to the one on Lena's shoulder. There were no words written under the mark, so I flipped to the next page quickly. The next thing I saw was the mark staying in, and I furrowed my brows. On the next page, it was the same thing, and on the last page, what I saw was an enormous black wolf, having a hint of brown and white to its fur.

Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

These two grown wolves are bickering every chance that they get. "It's true that it was from a novel, but the question is, why is this piece of paper lying here?" Gior and Flo stayed quiet, waiting for her to finish. She looks extremely excited, confused, and worried. It's a question of how those expressions fit perfectly well. "It's from the book that I have been searching for," Aesthelia said with seriousness, and she added, in her low tone, "the novel I got myself in trouble with."

“Can I see?” Another breath. Then he nodded. I flipped the sketchpad open gently. The first page was a forest scene—shaky lines, rough shading. The second page was better. The third… better still. But the fourth page stole my breath entirely. It was me. Not a perfect rendition. Not a flattering or glamorous one. But real. Me holding Aria as a baby. Me laughing with Cassian in the kitchen. Me sitting on the porch steps staring at the sunset. Me asleep on Lucian’s chest.