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This felt like it was vibrating on the page and she could not help but touch it. A light electric shock struck her hand and a warning appeared on the page, “This book is meant for the eyes of the Holy Clan. None but those whom are members of the clan may read this book. Great protections shroud this book and anyone defying this requirement will find themselves turned to stone.”

She cast a sly glance at me and held the book very close to her chest. “Do you know what this is?” “No, your Utmost Prosperity.” “It is the most important book you’ll possess till you die…that’s what it is.” Slowly, she held the book with her right hand and suddenly flung it at my chest. In a twinkle of an eye, a purple puff of smoke enveloped my abdomen, while the book disappeared immediately. Soon, I began to feel a strange force inside my chest, as if my lungs were frozen. My breathing became slightly laboured, while my gaze remained on her Utmost Prosperity, as if she’d hypnotised me.

I clicked my tongue and flipped through the book I was holding. I was about to close it when it stopped at a page where a lone white sheep was in the middle of a sea of hungry wolves. “When darkness meets light.”I read the caption and at first, it didn't make sense to me, until I noticed one wolf looking at the sheep in a strange way. Like he wanted to cherish her and not eat her. “The other wolves wanted to eat the sheep, but he was the darkness that met the light of hope.” I was deeply touched by the story and how they depicted it.

My sex clenches, and I press my thighs together, heat blooming in places I shouldn’t be thinking about this early in the day. Then I notice something else. At the foot of the bed, beside the dress, sits the book I took from the library but forgot to read. The Herd King. Its leather cover is worn smooth from age, but its presence is undeniable. Someone retrieved it. They want me to read it. I sit on the edge of the bed and pull it into my lap. My fingers trace the title carved into the leather. I feel like I’m holding something sacred. Like opening this book will do more than reveal stories.

“But I’m afraid spending all that time carefully planting false information with your pathetic little pack isn’t going to help you kill me.” My stomach drops out from under me. The panic instantly transforms into a sickening, paralyzing dread. “What–what are you–how did you...?” I stammer, my facade of control cracking completely. He clicks his tongue in a sound of disappointed pity and leans forward, elbows on the table, his eyes burning with cruel, knowing amusement. “Oh, don’t look so utterly shocked, child. Did you really think that little, obvious, high-school trick of yours would work? That you and your oh-so-loyal, easily compromised wolves could corner me and my perfectly placed info

She clasped my hands, rolling them before opening it wide as she stared into my palm. “Hmmm,” she nodded to herself, her head moving even closer to my palm. She suddenly turned to stare at me. “Everything is all in your hands. You’re the one to control the fates and what happens next. But be cautious of those you surround yourself with. For beneath the sheep’s clothing, they’re wolves hidden.”

Asher He was browsing the history section in the bookstore, looking for something new to read. The boys were in the ice cream store, and he’d meet them later. He was about to give up when he turned into the children’s section and stood staring at the book in front of him. The cover had a bright yellow sun with a smiling face. A white, fluffy sheep sat on a porch that overlooked horses in a paddock. He picked it up and traced his fingers over the title of the book. The adventures of Morbid the sheep.

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

Enyo Burnside The minute I shift I allow my wolf to take over as I feel myself drowning and I can’t seem to get my head around the words that appeared on the pages of the book or the feeling of familiarity that came the moment she opened the pages of that dusty old book. What is the truth? Is my whole life a lie? I don’t know but what I do know is I am glad Clayton didn’t follow me, I need to digest the information, and who did the old she-wolf mean by she visited me; My head is spinning with everything, I don't even realise where I am until the heavy scent of mums lillies hits me.

The King sat outside the homeless shelter dazed and confused. The witch made certain to create a new persona for the king. The witch gave the king tattered clothes, his jeans were worn and faded, and a holy t-shirt. His hair was greasy, with his bangs hanging in his eyes. Peering out of the homeless shelter was a middle-aged woman.