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I was afraid of touching it when he handed it to me. “This is the last of the four copies the author had made. You can read it if you like. I am giving this to you.” “In The Gods Own Hands, ” I read the title out loud. Lambskin. The book was covered with lambskin. No wonder it looked ancient, especially with a magnificently done engraving of the title and the author’s name. “Why would you give this to me?” I asked, looking at him who leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed to his chest and eyes locked on me

It looked old; the binding was different; it was bound red-leather and had a golden border. She looked around. Her eyes scanned the shelves in this part. Even in low light, she noted that the book bindings were different. She looked back. Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice she was standing here. She turned her attention to the book in her hand and as she was about to open it she heard footsteps approaching her way. ~*~*~*~ [Xavier] "So, you are saying that the spy is a werewolf but has entered the university disguised as a human?" Xavier asked, intrigued by the possibility.

shelf behind me. He flipped it open with the kind of skeptical look one might reserve for suspicious contracts or unstable explosives. “Let me guess,” he said, skimming the back cover. “‘Hidden royal bloodline, secret prophecy, forbidden romance with a tortured Alpha Prince?’” I narrowed my eyes. “It’s award-winning.” He raised an eyebrow. “So is sheep shearing at the county fair. Doesn’t mean I want to do it.” I snatched the book out of his hands before he could bend the cover. “Says the man who used an annotated memoir on territorial legislation as bedtime reading.”

According to the book my wolf’s soul was created by both of them. I look around me, we’re in a clearing surrounded by trees. The guys make sure no one’s around and then I start removing my clothes. ‘You don’t need to do that.’ I stop taking off my shoes, and stare at them. ‘What do you mean? I don’t want to rip through my clothes.’ I tell Orla. ‘You won’t. It’s one of your gifts.’

AMELIA “I can’t believe it didn’t work,” I grunted in anger as I stabbed the sword into the book, and it did nothing. “It’s empty now, but a piece of useless old shit.” The book was around four inches thick. The hardcover seemed to be made of animal skin. The smell was like an old rotten dead rat. I was expecting suggestions, but everyone’s mouth was shut this time. “Really?” My eyes narrowed at them. “Now I need your unsolicited advice and you’ve got nothing. You, Theia. You’re very opinionated. What do you have in mind?”

I wondered if the book selection in here had been specifically cultivated to what they felt I needed to read, or if it was just standard for the rooms. I settled on one that seemed interesting enough before struggling out of the chair and walking over to grab it. Settling back down with it, I looked at the cover. The Werewolf’s Progress. I snickered a little bit, it seemed like a spoof on The Pilgrim’s Progress. I felt the wolf’s presence emerge, but she stayed quiet. Like she was just observing with me. I hadn’t even realized I had fallen asleep, until I woke up to a knocking on the door. I looked down at the book that lay open on my lap. I had barely made it two pages in.

Nyra’s POV I sat on the bed and placed Elaine’s book in front of me. For a moment I did nothing else. I just looked at it properly. In the library it had felt old and important. Here, on my bed, in this room, it felt stranger than that. More private. More dangerous. Like it did not want to be mistaken for a random old text preserved for curiosity’s sake. It was thick and heavy, yes, but now that I was alone with it I noticed more. The cover was not ordinary leather at all. Up close, the texture was wrong in a way that raised the hair on my arms. It had a faint pattern under the dark surface, not visible at first glance but there when the light caught it sideways. Not wolf hide. Not cow leath

That was when I noticed it—something dark near the edge of the field, half submerged where the pond crept in like a lazy boundary that no one respected. A book. And beside it—thin-framed glasses. Her glasses. I walked toward it without thinking. The closer I got, the louder my wolf stirred, pacing in my head like it had been locked up too long. I bent down and picked up the book first. On My Professor’s Bed. I read the title out loud, my voice low, almost disbelieving. That didn’t match her at all. Not her nerdy appearance.Not the way she avoided eye contact. Not the way she flinched when anyone raised their voice. That title belonged to a reckless girl. A bold one. Not someone who apologize

I smiled and nodded. "Give me a minute; I'll be right back." She gave me the book and went away. I searched through the colorful book for more pictures until they were through while waiting for her to return. Soon I started on another book in the box. Unfortunately, most of the books were just words, and I could not read them yet. As I was about to give up searching for more books with pictures, I found one. I opened it, and I was surprised to see what it was all about. I couldn't read, but the picture of a white wolf with the same marking as mine allowed me to know that this book was not any ordinary book. It was a book about my pack, The River Pack Members.

I snapped the book shut. “How did you find out?” “I heard you talking to Daddy. I thought you were lying at first, but what’s the point of claiming you did it but not wanting people to know? It didn’t makes sense, at first. But then I remembered this book I read, where the hero pretends to be weak and pathetic, but secretly he has a special ability. He can change into a giant wolf.” She looked at me expectantly, like I was about to transform before her eyes.