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Killian gave Alys a curious glance but smartly backed up a bit for Aiden’s sake. “Now back to that book. It’s a book on mixed blood in general. All types of mixtures, hybrids, all that. Now it should be just around here…” Killian walked off back to the shelf he was at. “Ah ha! Here it is.” He exclaimed in triumph, pulling a large tome from the shelf. It looked very old and had a leather cover. Alys excitedly rushed over and tenderly reached out for the book taking it from him, Aiden had followed her and was looking at it over her shoulder.

“What does it even look like?” I sighed. “The journal is everything we know about Ciara. Her time before being captured by the Dark Alpha, her time in the lab, the experiments and transformations, the battles she fought In, Timelines, family tree, original pack. Everything. It’s a tattered looking book with 399 scratched into the cover.”

White flowers carpet the ground year-round, their petals never falling, their scent always the same: soft, sweet, like the first breath after a long-held silence. ‎ ‎I am the scent. ‎ ‎Rex is the pattern of light on the ground. ‎ ‎We are the reason the place feels like coming home, even for those who have never been here before. ‎ ‎The people—Kindred, they still call themselves—live in balance with the world. They build lightly, leave softly, love deeply. They do not conquer; they connect. They do not hoard; they share. They do not forget; they remember. ‎ ‎They remember us not as heroes or legends, but as the first who chose ordinary love in extraordinary times.

She walked over to an iron-bound wooden chest in the corner, took a small key from the chain around her neck, and unlocked a hidden compartment at the bottom. When she turned around, holding a thick, leather-bound book tied with a dark blue ribbon. She came back and pressed it into my hands. “What is this?” I asked. “It holds everything I know about being a Sayer,” Kiara whispered. “The powers, fates, forbidden things, ancient marks, and the realms. I even wrote down what I found about Sayer lineages and pregnancy, because our biology is different from normal wolves. Take it. Keep it safe. If anything happens to me… you need to know who you are and how to survive.”

Nodding toward the book he said, "Is this what you encountered?" I pulled the book closer. When Laeddin leaned in to see as well, I held my breath, fighting to ignore his beckoning blood. The book had pictures of skulls with smoke coming off them, their eyes glowed red. Human bodies bent at strange angles. The pictures definitely resembled what I'd seen happen with the man in the forest and with Abby. Several different kinds of names were given, but demura wasn't one of them. There also wasn't any information on how they could be killed. "I think so."

“But what is going on? Why is the pack so tense—tenser than usual, I mean?” He doesn’t answer, and the silence feels louder than any response. My chest tightens. “Is Kieran okay?” I ask, panic blooming in my gut. Anders finally looks at me, serious but gentle. “Kieran is fine. I’ve never lied to you, and I won’t start now. He’s fine. There’s nothing you need to worry about—aside from this.” He pulls out a thick, ancient spellbook bound in cracked black leather and begins flipping through the pages with practiced fingers. He stops at a section and hands it to me.

He asked. He knew that book. The lycans made a story about him, Legend of the Demon Prince. What started as a harmless bedtime story became something more of a horror tale. "It was a gift, on my eighteenth birthday." She said. "The day the Wildings attacked." She opened the first page and turn it around, then pointed at a drawing. "This is you, isn't it?" Kieran drew close and peered at the book. It was indeed, a picture of him, drawn in obsidian ink. Whoever the artist was, they perfectly captured every detail, even up to the crimson red orbs of his eyes.

I softly smiled at them and closed the door. With Frederick assisting Uncle, I was left alone to wander around the house, and what better way to kill the time than to read books. So, my main target was finding the library. After a few dead-ends, I finally found what I was looking for. There's no surprise, the library was huge as well. I trailed my hands on the hard-bound books. Novels, grimoires, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson.

Kieran said, handing over a very huge book to me. “Every one?” “Every single one,” Kieran nodded. “The ones she commissioned humans to fight, the ones she was present at, yeah, everyone.” “I have a lot of work to do then,” I muttered, flipping through the heavy pages. The material used to make them was different because it was way better than ordinary paper. It had the weight of gold and the thickness of steel. “If you ever want to come here, all you just have to do is touch one of the spots I did, the rest will come to you,” Kieran said, looking to the side, giving a chance for the rays of light to hit his pretty red eyes.

Eliza suddenly screamed. Beside the dead man's body, a small boy burst out from the shadows and clung tightly to the armored vehicle's door. "Take me with you, miss. Please—take me with you!" His eyes were dark and feral, completely devoid of grief over his father's death, more like a wolf cub than a child. Only kids who had survived in the radiation zone by feeding on corpses ever looked like that. Their humanity had long since been worn away.