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I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear Moira’s footsteps stop, and I stepped right into her back, causing me to stumble and land hard onto my butt on the stone stairs. “We’re here.” Moira said quietly, but I wasn’t quite sure where ‘here’ was. I heart the soft clink of metal as she pushed a door open, and soft yellow light filtered into the stairwell. “Welcome to our little secret.” My mouth dropped as I looked around the immense room. The walls were full with floor to ceiling bookshelves, stacked with every kind of book imaginable. Large maps covered what little wall space there was, showing kingdoms and oceans that were far from our reach. Giant black plush chairs and couches were spr

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He lowered his head and said softly, "Daddy, I can't wake Mommy up. Can you give me your quill?" Casper's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously asked. "What do you mean you can't wake her up? Didn't your mother only donate 400cc worth of blood..." "Casper!" Sydney suddenly cut him off. Casper turned his head, a look of shock on his face. "What is it?" Sydney stiffened and awkwardly changed the subject as she felt Casper's inquisitive look. "Today is New Year's Eve. If Adam gets home late, Winnie will get worried. All he wants is a quill, right? You should hurry and give it to him. Let's not disturb their New Year's celebration."

Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.” “I see…” Orion groaned as he picked a book from the collection, “harry potter and the chamber of secrets” “I see you're well versed in this lore..” Orion commented as they headed back to the general table. “Of course, who isn't, it was like a virus on the human world back then, everyone was well invested in that book.” “What was supposed to be a book for kids was widely loved by the adults…” “I mean, we wolves were poorly represented in the novel but I still love the book.”

Sure enough, it was gone. The image of him smiling at the clerk came to mind, along with the warm compliments about what a loving couple we were. That scene kept replaying in my head. I stood there in a daze, the bitterness in my chest slowly settling. I quietly told myself that maybe this was all just a one-sided crush on Serena's end. After dinner, Lucas suddenly set down his fork and said, "I have to work late tonight at the observatory. I need to observe a star that's quite rare."

he simply answered. “How did you know?” I inquired, which made him smile, but it didn’t creep the hell out of me. “I graduated there before I became one of your parents' butler, Your Highness. That’s the reason I know something about wizards. It’s because I have read their abilities before,” he admitted. “But after knowing the abilities of other creatures, I stopped reading their book. It’s because I’m not interested, but I didn’t know that you’d need it. If only I could turn back the time and read all the books so I could share it with you—”

The old man looked into her palms keenly for another full minute, his eyes widening like they were about to pop right out of their sockets. Yolanda and Charles had exchanged puzzled looks for the umpteenth time, trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly, the old man began to mumble words that made no sense to the young man and woman seated before him. "I can see very dark spirits inside of you. I can see a__werewolf," He paused and looked closer. "There's a woman obscuring my view of your future. She's standing before a door. It looks like she is trying to keep it closed."

We stayed until the last of the light was gone and the garden had gone from grey to dark and the roses were invisible except as a presence, a knowing, a thing that was there because it had decided to be and nothing had been able to stop it. Then we went inside. They said the last wolf witch was alone in it. They were wrong about that too. She had an aunt who had spent forty years moving stones with her mind and writing letters nobody signed. She had a sister-in-arms who had survived twenty-three years of being used as a tool and had come out the other side still capable of almost laughing at a boy who asked if they were collecting people. She had a mate who had told her once that he didn't m

Even less could I have imagined that the woman I had loved with my entire soul had never deserved to be called human. My trembling hand reached for the office door handle. But at the very last second, all my strength drained away. Now that I already knew every answer, what was left to ask? Besides, the people inside were faces I never wanted to see again for the rest of my life. Ultimately, I let go of the handle, dragged my suitcase behind me, and turned to leave the office building. After reaching downstairs, I was still worrying about missing the last bus when someone suddenly called out to me from behind.