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“Email traces, financial records, links to agencies, names. You’ll want to review it thoroughly.” Collins’ hands hovered over the folder for a moment, almost reverent, before he finally flipped it open. His eyes scanned the first page, then the second. His brows drew together, his lips parting slightly. “This…” he muttered, more to himself than us. “This is huge.” I watched him flip page after page, my chest rising and falling with each turn. My palms pressed flat against my knees to steady myself. For the first time in weeks, I didn’t feel like I was banging on a locked door. For the first time, I felt the lock turning.

He was simply stating facts, and that made them hurt more. “I want to prove myself,” I said quietly. “I need to. For Adele. For the crown that was taken from me.” Tyson flicked ash from the cigarette. “Good. Because I need you to prove it too.” He looked at me directly. “Do you know about the Black Book?” I shook my head. “No.” He took one last drag and dropped the cigarette into the water. It hissed and disappeared. “It’s a book that holds the darkest secrets of the royal family. It will deliver the royal family straight to my hands.”

Penelope…it read. There is a book within Ironclad's library, black cover, crest in silver. It holds what you must know about who you are, about the blood that sets you apart as the twelfth wolf. Find it. When you do, I will explain everything. Until then, trust no one. Not even those who claim to love you. -Father

"Come on! You said you didn’t have any hobbies, right? Well, let me share something very special with you!" Giggling like children, the two girls hurried back to their shared room. "This is it," Jo said grandly once they arrived. "I present to you... the world’s greatest treasure!" She carefully lifted her pillow to reveal the book she had been hiding: a thick, worn vampire novel. Lucy gasped. "Jo! Vampire novels are banned! If Alpha finds out, you could get into serious trouble!" "That’s why it’s a secret," Jo said proudly. "It took a lot of smuggling and bribing to get them through the pack borders. But trust me, they’re worth it. This one’s about my sweet Drake and Daisy."

The male lead deliberately plied the Black Pack members with alcohol, bringing up the tomb excavation to gather information about the relics. When the Black Pack men recalled the excavation process, even their drunken haze cleared somewhat. They spoke mysteriously about how eerie and strange the tomb had been. And this batch of relics had to be safely transported back to Black Pack—because they had discovered a great treasure inside the tomb. “What treasure? Better than what you looted from the palace?” the male lead asked casually. The Black Pack men belched drunkenly and beckoned him closer. “The big treasure was inside the coffin! A male corpse!”

"This is for yours. Open it." Jillian carefully pulled back the dark silk. Resting beneath it was a massive, leather-bound volume. The leather was aged, a deep espresso brown with gold-leaf lettering running down the spine. Jillian tracked the typography, a sudden shock crossing the features as the title registered. It was an extremely rare, first-edition printing of The Wealth of Nations paired with an original collection of industrial-era philosophical essays—the precise texts they had fiercely debated during their very first official night in the penthouse.

"Studies pretty hard in school. Harder than us and ended up hitting an A in all languages taught including Latin. So, yeah, he should know it." "Let's hope so," Chelsea said. Anne gave him a keen glance. "He'll probably not get it straight but he will definitely have an idea. Better than getting a stranger to interpret for us and endangering our lives. For all we know, this book might have a secret on where to dig up a million dollars worth of gold." Chelsea shrugged. "I'm just trying to satisfy my curiosity not find a treasure." "Adventure, my friend, is a treasure." She dialed a number and it rang twice before a voice sounded on the other end.

I kept the archivist’s terrifying warning to myself, holding that one piece of horror close like a secret talisman. Collins sounded intensely interested, almost excited by my discovery. “This is incredible, Lena! A real breakthrough. You’re braver than you know. We should look into this together, don’t you think?” His praise felt like a lifeline, the only solid thing in my spinning world. It cemented him as the only person I could trust. He, of course, was the one who had sent the email, perfectly setting the trap to see what family secrets his new pawn might unknowingly lead him to.

Pablo asks with curiosity written on his face. “I was the one who found it, and give it to Jacob to study what it’s written. I found that book in my father’s treasure box, and now that I have an idea of how will I find my Luna, I will not waste this chance. I will make the prophecy happen to save the packs from the danger brought by those black wolves.” Cole said as he slightly bow his head before leaving the room of the councils. Cole continuously walks as he arrives at his house to pack his things for his departure tomorrow, he first took his phone from his pocket and calls the one person who can help him when he arrives in the city. After two rings the person he was calling answered his c

"But the second you look tired, we’re closing it. Deal?" "Deal," I lied, my eyes already scanning the first line of the journal. The handwriting was jagged, as if written by someone whose hands were shaking with either fear or fever. At the very top of the page, a single sentence was underlined in dark, dried blood: “To whomever finds this journal you have stumbled upon a truth that has been buried for two centuries. Read carefully. Trust no one. And if you carry the blood of the Black Widow pack, know that you are both blessed and cursed by what you are about to learn.”