The Black Wolf
There had to be.
I told myself it was fear of his monstrous form that stopped me. But deep down, I knew the truth. I didn’t want to hurt Zevarion. Not even now.
I crept around the room, scanning every shelf, every crevice. My fingers dragged across wood, fabric, and stone, but the living book was nowhere to be found.
Where did he hide it?
Behind me, Xareth’s breathing remained steady, too steady. I chanced a glance. His eyes were closed. He looked entirely at peace, as if he hadn’t nearly become my means of escape moments ago.
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