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Sezhiyan asked with a tired look. "I have read it in a book from the library in my previous pack. It said that Alpha wolves would have the exclusive power to see the aura of people and it also had the meaning of every colour. It was fascinating. So I read them. And when I heard Dhaya telling about colours and his guessings for its meaning, I thought it was about auras and shared him my book knowledge, Alpha." I lied fluently. What's wrong with me? I am acting stupidly and risking my secrets. I should keep my mouth shut. This is why I hate socialising. Letting anyone inside my mental walls would lead me to the place like this. I should keep my distance away from everyone.

*FREYA* Rhea's words trouble me more than it should even as I flip through the pages of the new book I'm reading, they still linger in my mind, no matter how hard I try to brush them aside. The people around me are wolves in sheep's clothing and I shouldn't trust anyone? I groan, rubbing my eyes. I can't seem to understand. Who exactly is the wolf she spoke about? I shake my head, waving the thoughts away to concentrate but they keep crawling back.

Not sure exactly what She was lookSheng for, but She fIgured She’d know Sheng when She saw Sheets. After walkSheng back and forth down a couple Shingles, She turned the corner to go down a thSherd row of shelves when somethIng caught my eye. She walked straIght to thShes book that was pulled out further than the rest. She tried to blow soher of the dust off and all that managed to do was send her Siento a sneezSheng fShet. She pulled the book out and looked at the cover. She could tell She was an old book; She looked lIke She could crumple to a mShell Shion Sheets at any theher. She wiped off the front cover but there was nothIng on Sheet. No tItle or author or pIcture; nothSheng.

____________________________________________________ "Should I believe what I see , Or should I believe what I hear. Should I judge a book by it's cover, Or should I read 100s of pages to be fair. Let me collect evidences to what I hear, Let me confirm what I see is real. Then will I decide what is just , Then will I decide what is fair.

She wondered if it could be possible that the Colleen that she was crazy about was a werewolf. She read everything and even saw the mainlands where according to the book was filled with werewolves. The book was banned and prohibited from been sold out for the lies it was said to contain about the existence of werewolves. Betty still read the page further to know how to identify them but it didn’t say. Only that they were like humans but more like animals in human flesh. Then she understood after piecing certain things together from reading the e-book that Colleen and in fact, any other person from the mainlands was a werewolf.

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.

, the police officer told me about the condition in which he got Andrew The police officer explained everything because of which I was really unable to understand what is exactly going on with me or with Andrew himself, so I just ended up asking the police officer to show me the cloth which he got from near the place where he got Andrew in suspicious condition So soon I was shown the cloth in which he was wrapped in means his Private parts were covered with it and not to my much amazement I came to know that it's the same cover which the book also have means the book had the cover of red color which was like a skin and same was the cloth with which his private parts were covered which starte

But she considered the fact that whatever she is about to read could be something that will potentially harm the entire Werewolf community, will she really have to keep her mouth shut or die trying? Eyeing the book suspiciously, she once again buried it in between the piles of book then covered the pile with a piece of clothing, then started reading the first book she picked up. At first, she thought she was getting into it, but then she found herself glancing at The Forgotten History, every minute. Giving into the urge, she picked up the book, covered it with a cloak and without bothering to change out of Pajamas, she made her way out and headed to the pack hall.

It brought me back to my previous reconnaissance, and as I stared tearfully at the eyes of a disheveled Xaden, the notion was finalized in my heart. I never belonged here. I was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. No…they were the wolves. I was the sheep in wolf’s clothing. I was a lamb, plucked from isolation and starvation of the wilderness, where I was facing slow unsure death, and thrown into the den of lions, where I now realize is a quick, certain death. I was a thief…an intruder, that infiltrated an enemy base by mistake, and had all the lights on and pointed towards me.

After all, their fur protected them from the elements. Wait! A sheep in hell? You've got to be kidding me! Sheep were not hell's creatures; they were from heaven. So this is heaven? Disappointed. “I'm expecting some kind of white castle and white, cloudy surroundings. Not mountains and sheep! ” Nevertheless, there was no trace of people on this trail, apart from a worn-out track that curled through the snow blanket of grass on her right. Oh, really, Diana? Do you expect people in your nightmares? Really? What is this Stephen King novel?