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"Somebody help me! My baby!" Camille's screams echoed through the entire floor. Doctors and nurses came running and rushed her into the operating room. Bryce stood there looking dumbfounded. Something like glee flickered across his face, but he swallowed it down and jabbed a finger at me instead, putting on a show of outrage. "You're not even human. What kind of monster kills his own child?" His eyes were practically glowing with excitement. He grabbed my arm and started yelling for everyone to hear. "I'm calling the cops! You're a piece of shit. You're a goddamn animal!"

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What comes out of the opened door are two enormous males that I am familiar with, Alarick and Convel. “Now, time to speak.” Alarick closed the door and both of them sat on the edge of the bed. “About what?” I am still clueless and nervous, but I will not let my nervousness get in the way. “You being a sanguis,” Convel answered. I tilted my head and looked at them suspiciously. “What is sanguis? We do not have that in the human dictionary.” They exchange glances before looking at me again. “You remembered nothing last night?”

AMELIA The moment I got home, I grabbed my grandmother’s grimoire and began to comb through it with fervor. There had to be something in there—some ancient spell that could free Lucius. The more I searched, the more frustration gnawed at me. No matter how many pages I flipped through, I couldn’t find a single spell for releasing a human form trapped within its wolf. The only related spell I came across was the one I already knew—the one designed to free a wolf bound within its human form.

To alter the visions Theresa have seen, they decided to stay in Tomoya’s place to find clues with the grimoire’s help. “I was right; the other one’s been playing with us,” Takumi muttered and the two looked at him. “Cave a malo clamirvoyant. Mors multorum faciet. Exitium quaerit. Vitam petit iam mortuam,” he repeated what Tomoya read in the grimoire while ago. “Beware of the evil clairvoyant. It will cause the death of the many. It seeks destruction. It seeks life,” the translations came in handy when Takumi blurted it out.

“Is there another spell we could try?” Ivy looks contemplative then goes to the bookshelf in the living room. It’s filled with books so old the pages are old and delicate. There might even be a few bound in human skin. The sweet smell of magic that lingers makes me think these books are all grimoires. Grimoires are books where witches write down all their spells and potion recipes. Since Ivy is a High Priestess of her coven, the grimoires are ones that she inherited from her predecessors. Generations of magical knowledge are all jammed unto the same old bookshelf.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

Niusa explained. “I see. Thanks for enlightening me.” Malaika smiled. She could feel that this black elf seemed genuine. “I’m your fan during the Aqua Festival. And I’ve been dying to meet you. I wish I could manipulate water as you do!” Niusa looked excited. Yulli cleared his throat. “Where can we get the grimoire?” “You can get it from Professor Elachya.” Niusa turned to the stage. “That’s her beside Headmaster Prife. However, as of now, this book is empty. The spells will only be visible after we—”

At least, not yet. “Never mind. Is that a textbook or what?” I asked, in a curious tone as I glanced at the book which was the same size as my TRI course book. “Are you preparing for an exam?” “Are you kidding me?” he asked, letting out a laughing scoff. “An exam? Oh, please. This is a grimoire: a book that contains spells. I'm only with it now because I need to memorize a few spells that'll be needed in performing the ritual.”