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Rex said, lowering his head, the words Buckins used cut a little deeper than expected, he had started to become a little spoilt, throwing the royalty word around a bit lately to get his own way. “Very good, the shelves are that way” Buckins said, his mood lifting a little at Rex’s words, bouncing off with a quiet whistle to fetch the books he needed for Rex’s lesson. Huffing a little, Rex gripped his duster and made for the rows he was instructed to dust off, after ten minutes, the task had already become mind-numbing, so to make it easier for him to complete the task, Rex started looking at the book covers he was cleaning. Some titles seemed interesting to him, like ‘How to kill and skin a

The sound of he shredded me, her gasp more pain than word, and I lost what little control I had left. Nyssa whispered the invitation—ragged, broken—and the hush drank it even as it opened the door. My rage thundered through the bond, wild, feral, vowing to rip apart whatever dared use her voice as a meal. The door yielded at once. A voice slithered out of the silence as I crossed, sly and amused: “Welcome to the Hush House, gargoyle. You reek of ash and desperation.” It named the place for me, as though gifting the title with mockery. My boots struck the stone steps like war drums, each one leaving a smear of ash. The air thickened, pulling at my lungs, trying to rob me as he had robbed her.

Her cousin’s laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a silence that was heavy and disconcerting. Casey arched an eyebrow but did not look back. Her focus was caught by a peculiar title on the top shelf. Standing on her good foot, she stretched her arm out, grimacing slightly at the pull in her side. “What is this?” she murmured, pulling the book down. She studied the cover with a raised brow. ‘One Hundred and One Ways to Get Your Dream Man.’ What is this? She turned the book over, skipping through the pages to see the content inside. She was about to tease Zazu about it when she noticed her cousin sitting quietly, her gaze distant. Something was wrong.

She looks up at me when I move toward one of the shelves, picking a book at random, and sit down. “What are you doing home so soon?” “Nothing,” I reply, and it’s the honest truth. “I’m doing absolutely nothing.” I open the book, flipping through a few pages while the house whispers around us, sending a soft gust of air skittering around the room. I smooth a page down, but the spirit of the house, in a playful, annoying mood, sprints around me–a phantom of silent chaos. A single page rustles before falling flat, and it’s a picture of a forest, lightning bugs dancing, blinking in the gaps between trees.

Help me! My untamed heart was in rapid beats, creating music at pounding speed. Shaky breaths caught up in my throat when the wolf nosed at my lower region and made an almost purring sound. I nearly fainted. Would it be ridiculous to say this wolf was a pervert! Or could it be that it just wanted to split me in two right there, so it could munch me down so easily? No!

Her fingers wrap comfortably around mine as I open the book. “The Little Fox and the Hidden Valley,” I read from the first page. Iris settled deeper into her pillows. Her breathing slowly becomes calmer as the story unfolds. Outside the window, the afternoon sunlight softens into warm gold. And for the first time in days, everything felt peaceful.

Some sleep will surely recharge me. As my breathing starts to slow and even out, Emma's voice makes me snap my eyes open. To my surprise, she's reading aloud from her book, her words soft and gentle. A part of me wants to protest while another part of me wants to hear the story. I silently fume in my seat until the kid in me wins out, and I loosen my muscles and close my eyes again. Emma's soothing voice echoes around the room, and soon enough, I'm drifting off to sleep.

"Then it'll be just like old times." Misty opened the book and smiled as Eva shuffled around to get comfortable on her lap. Misty then read out the title of the book. Vampires and Their Beloveds "Is this a story or an information book?" Eva questioned her mother. "Looks like it's an information book," Misty spoke out as she turned the page. Before Misty could start reading again, Eva could hear the alarm clock ringing once again in her shared room with Alana. Eve quickly rose to her feet and sighed.

Hazel stuttered, and Halle gave a short laugh. “Your power, Hazel. You are just like my mother, and your speech works wonders. You have cursed speech,” she said, and Hazel looked at her with a brow raised. “Speak to the book, tell it to shrink, and it will obey you,” she said. Hazel hesitated before saying the word, “Shrink.” To her surprise, the book became so small it fit into her palm, leaving her mouth wide open. “That is the littlest thing you can do.”

My wolf paces restlessly, urging me to hurry. Dust thickens on the shelves the deeper I go. One book catches my attention—a faded green volume on the Moon Goddess—but a quick skim reveals it’s about rituals and sacrifices, not bonds. I shove it back onto the shelf, the motion stirring a cloud of dust that stings my eyes.