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This is long, I presume. Besides me, I could feel someone drawing nearer. I could hear Alpha Knight shuffle quietly as he laid down several books. I was almost frustrated and at the same time confused. I struggled to figure out if it was for him since those weren't the type of books he'd usually read. Much to my surprise, I was correct. "Amethyst, these are books that I recommend you to read. That...that is simply a tale. It does not contain relevant and accurate facts and data like what you are looking for,"

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

Its glow had returned, brighter than before, but there was something… unsettling about it. Kael was resting, his wounds treated by the pack’s healer. Damon had returned shortly after us, battered but alive, though he hadn’t talked much since. I felt the amulet's power pulsing beneath my fingertips as I traced its elaborate patterns. How was I meant to handle this? The room suddenly became frigid, and the amulet's radiance became more intense. "What's going on? With a hint of panic in my voice, I whispered. The light enveloped me, and images flashed before my eyes—visions of a future I couldn’t comprehend.

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Others of the frost giant and fire giants shaking the hand of a man with one eye, he looked to be wearing a crown and holding a staff in his other hand. There were pictures of grotesque vampires attacking the wolves, I knew there has always been a war against our two species, so that picture didn't seem to phase me but what did was a young girl by the looks of it she was talking to a extremely small person with pointy ears who's clothes seems to be fashioned from leaves, quite unusual. In the background there were six or more little lights that appear to be flying. As I continued flipping through the pages, I began to feel extremely tired, it rushed over me like I had just had a tranquiliser

Witches can access the minds of others, which means hiding secrets is virtually impossible. Shaking my head, confused, ‘Why would enemy packs do that? Shouldn’t all packs work together harmoniously?’ ‘In a perfect world, we would, and we do have good relationships with many packs, but those we don’t have good relations with will do anything to sabotage us. So we must be vigilant, don’t you think, Amelia?’ That same bitter taste lingered in my mouth and a hazy sensation in my eyes, my brain almost felt like it was being rattled. My amulet went from tingling to a soft vibration, not too much to get noticed, but I could certainly feel it hum against my skin.

“Aid... with a few conditions, of course.” Luna Anya smiled, sugar-sweet and venomous. “Like the Bloodmoon Amulet, for example. If they want help, they’ll give us access. It’s only fair. You know, in the spirit of… restoration.” Seth looked up sharply. “Wait—what amulet?” The air chilled for a beat. Luna Anya exchanged a knowing glance with Alpha Damien before waving it off with a laugh too airy to be innocent. “Oh, nothing you need to worry about, my little pup,” she said, walking over to gently brush a lock of hair from Seth’s forehead. “Just an old tale. A small trinket, really. One that glows with power and promises everything a pack like ours needs.”

Against my better judgment, I stand and walk over to the case. The amulet glows brighter as I approach. It's beautiful. Silver metal shaped like a crescent moon, with intricate engravings covering its surface. And it's calling to me. I can feel it. Like my mark recognizes it somehow. I reach out carefully and touch the glass case. The moment my fingers make contact, the amulet flares with brilliant silver light. So bright that everyone in the hall turns to look. Conversations stop. Food is forgotten. All eyes on me and the glowing artifact.

But that's all it was. Leo leaned forward in his chair, his head tilting to the side as he spoke. "Let me get this straight. You're telling me that my father found the tomb of a …a childhood ghost?" The Shaman nodded slowly. "I know this must be hard to believe, young Alpha, but you need to listen carefully. Do you have the amulet?" "The what?" "The amulet." He flipped to a page in the journal that showcased the image of a large, black and white jewel sketched out in pencil. It was attached to a long string that coiled around itself.

Seeing him walking through the complex jungle terrain as if he were flying, she once again remembered the annoyance of his indifference when he faced her seduction. “You didn’t sleep for the entire night because you were making this?” “Yes!” “Fine, I’ll forgive you then.” “...” “But, just now I thought I saw you have made many?” Those were certainly to be given to other women. For example, Dorothy Assex, Waltz Fleur, Michelle Yowell, Brittany Rockefeller, and Maya Howards… Even though his EQ was not particularly high, it was not low enough for him to be stupid as well. He just said, “Amulet is a consumable item. Once the energy on it is depleted, it would become useless. I just happened to h