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Apparently, the Grae before them looked nowhere near the description they found in the books. “That’s why they say textbooks are not always a reliable source.” Steve insinuated to which Nike seconded, “At least they are right about her wearing a toad-skin cap and snake-skin coat." The prince implied pertaining to the guardians’ wardrobe.

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

If she was to survive, reading and writing had to become her shield. She reached for the nearest tome, its spine cracked with age, and pulled it closer. The leather cover was stamped with a sigil she recognized: a rearing wolf with eastern markings. Her pulse quickened. Eastern Draven. The far east. The very clan name she had claimed as her disguise. She froze, staring at the book as if it had come alive in her hands. Instinctively, she looked about her but the silent and engaged boys didn't give her any attention at this time.

I sit up slowly, rubbing my temple. “You think I don’t know that?” I whisper bitterly, my throat dry. “But what if he’s pretending? What if this calm, steady version of him is just a trick? What if, the second I let my guard down and accept him, he shows his true colours and suddenly he becomes everything I feared?" My voice lowers to a whisper. “He’s still a wolf, not a sheep. And I’ve heard the saying—‘a wolf in sheep’s clothing". Silence.

There were unfamiliar characters carved at the bottom. I touched it with my fingertips and I felt a sudden jolt. I was stunned when the characters suddenly became readable. I swear I haven’t learned any other language yet and I can only read alphabets. The characters were unfamiliar yet I’m reading it and it was my name on the cover! Was this the real Nemiah’s diary? My cold sweat ran through my temples as I turned the pages with my trembling hands. The pages were made of parchment bound with a straw and the first page says, How a sheep lives with the wolves. I didn’t recognize what kind of language it was but I’m amazed how smoothly I read it. Was it because the real Nemiah is inside me? Or

“This isn’t what I was expecting at all.” “What is it?” Everly asked, her stomach tightening into a coil. “Well, we all thought that she had taken the book because it contained some sort of a way for her to reverse what Jack had done to make you into a wolf shifter, but it doesn’t. At least, that’s not what she was looking at.” “What was she looking at then?” Everly asked, not sure she even wanted to know at this point. “She was looking at… the similarities between the werewolf hunts and the witch hunts, and the means by which the villagers back in the time that this book was written went about putting each of those groups to death. This page is all about what was useful against each group.”

Thandi thought to herself, shocked. I don’t know where you come from and I don’t care. He roared. This is my classroom and you shall follow MY rules. “ You are Sheep and Sheep are smart enough to know it is safe to stay with the Shepard to avoid danger. If you decide to be a stray Sheep or a Goat you will meet the Wolf and it will devour you”.

“It's not a mistake. She chose you because she believed you could do it” “That is bullshit! I don't care what she thinks, I'm not interested” They seemed they would not take no for an answer. Freya stretch out her hands and a book appeared. “Take it” Cautiously, I asked. “What is this?” “It's a book of spells passed down through generations of high priestesses” It was a large book with a dark, worn out leather cover. On it was boldly written: BOOK OF SPELLS. “I said I don't want……”

“Calm down Celene, the book..it's not going anywhere.” I didn't bother answering him, he couldn't possibly understand what was at stake, I would finally understand what had happened to my people, why my mother had made the decision she had…I could finally understand my true nature…everything. The book looked unassuming tightly wrapped with a dark red clothed cover, embossed on it, a wolf painted silver, excitedly I slowly unwrapped its cover. The rhythmic pounding of my heart is a testament to my eagerness to learn. Yellowed pages delicately sewn in come into view, My eyes turn to meet Alex in a glance as he leans closer, his eyes a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Sherly leaned back, crossed her arms in her chest, and spoke, “Ma’am, do you think talking to me like this now, trying to kill me with those glares, will change the fact that everything is like this now? Ev "Even though you spout nonsense to me right now, it won't change the fact that everything has been done.”