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"I also specifically went back." I picked it up carefully. A collection of folk stories wolves and moons and ancient bonds, illustrated in faded ink that had gone soft with age. The kind of book that had been loved by someone for a long time before finding a shelf. The kind of book that meant something to whoever had carried it. "Kael." My voice came out softer than I intended. "There's an inscription," he said. "Inside cover." I opened it. Four words in his handwriting. Clean and careful and slightly uneven in the way of someone who didn't write by hand often but had taken their time with this.

“And if you’re still serious about that ridiculous award…” I blinked, caught off guard. “The book club?” He chuckled, nodding. “Yes. If you really want to win the Best Member Award, then you’re allowed to join. That way, it won’t look like corruption when I give it to you.” “Are you sure about it? I didn't come here to ask you for the award.” “I'm not giving it to you for free. Join the book club, work for the award and get it,” he said casually as if he wasn't doing me the biggest favour.

Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting. Trisha walked slowly to where it was and pulled it out of the other nine books crammed into the same row with it. She repeated the same process she had with the other books she'd picked—dusted it's shabby cover to see it's name. Unfortunately and very shockingly, too, there was none inscribed on it. That was odd. She flipped the book to the other end but nothing. It was empty of inscriptions, just like the front was. Slowly, she opened the book to first page.

“I would prefer to have more illustrations in our books. The words aren’t that enticing, even.” Elizabeth gave out a bit of a laugh before saying, “Brother, books are made to inspire, to nourish your mind. Books aren’t meant to be some kind of museum.” She continued, “Words are meant to be poetic. They are meant to be in such a way so your mind can think. Books are supposed to take you to different places, places where you can’t go.” “I will try next time,” I sighed. “I suggest that you do that as much as possible. Even the wisest men in this world read books because even they don’t know everything,” she comforted.

I watched as the book absorbed the blood leaving no stains or traces of any blood. “No way!” I watched in amazement as the book glowed and words began to appear on the pages of the book. As the words completely appeared, I began reading the content on the pages. It was more of a history book than anything else. There was something inside here about a prophecy, but what caught my attention is the name of the person being mention the most. Adelina Illezra. Huh?

I only knew I woke up too late because the glaring sunlight was already piercing through the thin sheets of the curtains. “Good morning, dear.” Zed’s voice rang in my head, so I turned to glance at him. He was already sitting in an upright position, his back on the bedboard. A motivational book by Robert Kiyosaki was in his hand. “Good morning,” I replied, turning to my other side with eyes closed. The part of the bed on his side then sank, and I knew he was lying beside me. As soon as the movement steadied, I felt his mouth on my nape, running down my shoulders.

With both hands, she pulled free a long, heavy book. The leather binding was cracked, its dark surface covered in strange inscriptions—sharp, looping marks that looked less like writing and more like scars cut into flesh. The book was enormous, thicker in a sort of way, its weight alone enough to make her strain slightly as she carried it back. When she set it down on the ancient desk, the air itself seemed to shift—heavier, colder. My eyes locked on the inscriptions carved into its cover. Molly caught me staring and whispered, almost reverent, “It means The Book of Forgotten Truth.”

And once you reach for it, you will identified as one of their leader. Every born child of Alpha's will have their own book. And this book will lead them to a quest. A quest will help them to level up. These Alpha's were created by Mother Tree, she was the most powerful of the underworlds. She can give more life to every creature in their land. But creating the Alpha's would be her greatest mistake because instead of protecting their land they were the one destroying it by killing each other just to be a leader. The four Alpha's can be recognized which group of clan they're belong by the color of their eyes.

“You need to heal completely. After you've stopped feeling guilty, getting back your healing abilities is the next thing to do.” I step closer to her and take the old and dusty book in her hand. I read the inscription and it is “My Herbs Book.” It is a book where she wrote all the herbs formulation and it looks like she has just gone back to retrieve it from where she had abandoned it for years.

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