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“He will freak out.” “He won’t,” I said. “And, besides, there is nothing to find out about.” “Did he find something about Claudia?” she asked me. I shook my head. “Nothing yet. He will let me know if he does.” She nodded and went back to reading her book. I closed the book I was reading and walked over to the shelves. I looked around to find a book that could help me. After a few minutes of searching, I saw a small black book shoved between the two larger ones. It almost looked hidden. I took it out and read the title.

I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.

I needed to keep it that way. I didn’t know where to begin exactly. You don’t just walk into a café and say “Hey, I think my boyfriend’s a werewolf. Does anyone know anything about them?” No. But I knew how to look for patterns. How to read between lines. How to follow quiet trails left behind by people who never intended to be found. It wasn't in vain that I was born and brought up in the mafia. I started at the public library. Not online. That was too sanitized. Too filtered. I needed the raw stuff. The books that hadn’t been edited into oblivion. The ones that still whispered old stories between yellowing pages.

With that conviction buoying her stride, Megan rounded the next corner only to pull up short at the sight of the modest storefront just ahead - Quintessential Books & More emblazoned cheerfully across its weathered exterior. Perfect timing. Shifting her sundry parcels once more, she surged forward with a determined gait, bound and determined to accomplish friend's silly errand with peak efficiency. ... I entered the quaint bookstore, the little bell over the door announcing my arrival. My eyes scanned the neatly arranged shelves, searching for Lilly's ridiculous romance novel. A kindly older woman emerged from the back room, smiling at me. "Hello dear, can I help you find anything?" "Yes, ac

Ivy had classes right now, but I did not, so I decided to do a little research. I opened the book and flipped through the pages, not finding what I was looking for. It was filled with symbols, sketches, and histories. Nothing useful to me. I flipped again, but still there was nothing. And the. I turned to the next page and saw the heading. “HISTORY OF THE SILVER WOLF” Perfect. I leaned in and proceeded to read the content, but it just kept telling me things that I already knew. I kept on reading, hoping to see something that was going to help me.

Calista shoved a book into my hands. “How the hell am I—” I stopped myself when the book’s cover flipped of its own accord. “Read,” Calista echoed in my head. Ignoring her, I opened the book, flipping through, occasionally pausing at things I thought were helpful, only to realize a short while later that they were not talking about my situation at all. I didn’t know how long I spent going through that tome and two others I picked from the stack Calista brought, but I was unable to find something we could use.

My lips twisted. I flipped through several more pages, skimming for new details and new hooks I could sink my teeth into. There wasn’t much more about Elyra specifically. There are plenty of vague threats about witches in general. But no clear *how* to undo what she’d done. Of course not. The people who wrote this liked to catalog disasters, not solve them. Frustration surged. I pushed the heavy book away and dragged the thinner, darker‑bound volume toward me—“Northern Lore,” Rowan had called it.

Going through these books might prove to be annoying, but it is still much better than having to search through every book on the bookshelves. “Can we narrow down the books any further?” Kenji asks, tired eyes glancing over the books. “Is there anything else that we know about the book that we are searching for?” Levi picks up a book from the table and looks at it with disgust. “Well I doubt the book that we are searching for is Forbidden Magic of Ghosts.” He says, placing the book on an empty table. “Maybe we start with the most likely books it could be and work our way through.” I suggest, giving my shoulder a slight shrug.

It was my go signal. “I am looking for a book that is about catching a bad man, an abuser, a predator.” “And?” “I have read the Princess of Nile, Glory for Gloria, and even the The Dead Prince of the New Dynasty…” Her brows perched up from her barricade book, “and I want more.” She suddenly stood, and headed towards the last shelf on the hall. She walked back carrying a book like hers – with a make-shift false cover. She threw it on the table.