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My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

The wound had been deep, I remembered the pain. My eyes fell on the book Dien had left behind. It was bound in ancient leather, its pages yellowed with age. "Supernatural Beings: The Lost Histories of Werewolf Kind" was etched in fading gold letters on the spine. My hands trembled as I opened it to where Dien had been reading. The chapter title made my heart stop: "The Golden Wolves of the Ancient World." In all my years of reading about werewolves, I'd never encountered anything about golden wolves. I devoured the words on the page, each sentence making my breath come faster. Golden hair that seemed to glow... heightened senses beyond even normal werewolves... extraordinary healing abilitie

the book reassured. I clicked my tongue. “Oh, but you do! Sometimes—yes, indeed." And with that, the book continued its revelation... "When they arrive, you would have to welcome them in the midst of the choas" Micha muttered, "in the midst of the choas?" The book answered in golden letters, "Yes in the midst of chaos. And by that moment, the creator of the Golden's would have disappeared" I stiffened, "Why? what do you mean" The book remained still for a moment and declared,

The red silhouette long sleeved gown she was wearing, complimented her shape perfectly. Auntie Laurel ordered the maids to take my bags to the room she had specially prepared for me. Although, I couldn’t wait to check out the room, she insisted on showing me off to her book club friends. She took my hands and led me to the back of the big building which I remembered used to be a playground, except it wasn’t anymore. It was now a big shed where rich folks dined and talked about books they don’t even like, just to show off. Four women were sitted under the shed, the affluence evident in the way they discussed.

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

All Hearts! "

She replied with some good questions. “It’s too early to tell if there is to be another war, I knew this would be hard for you due to you dad’s passing in the last one, I would listen to Sapphire if she has advised that there will be then this might be the case and you will be ready. You are strong and powerful in your own right and the goddess always has a plan. I think she might be the only golden wolf; this could be a great thing being very rare or could be bad as some might seek you out for selfish reasons.” I explained as she nodded along with my answers.

"The kind of rarity that does not happen by accident." Aurora felt the words hit her somewhere behind her ribs. Her breath stayed steady, but only because she was very deliberate about keeping it that way. The gold-colored wolf. She had read those words herself, in that ancient book with the gold-ink border and the thick, yellowed pages. She had heard Harlen say them quietly to himself in the empty library. And now he was saying them directly to her. She did not speak. She was not sure she could have, even if she had wanted to.

It was impossible for me to read them all. I looked outside again. The sky was starting to darken. I should go back before it gets darker. As I moved to pick up my bag from the table, the corner of my eye caught something. A book on the bottom row of the shelf looked different from the thick gray-covered books. It was a pale yellow book with golden curvy writing on the side. I crouched down, took the book, and read the title. MYSTERIES OF GOLDEN VALLEY THROUGH THE AGES