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There are also a number of books of all kinds for Lizzie to read and use as teaching materials for her. And finally, at the bottom of the basket, is a milky white mandarin clock. Lizzie carefully lifted it up to examine it. Overall, this is quite a valuable thing. Why did Maria get it? Is she brave enough to steal things from concubines? The maid hurriedly rummaged through the basket, and, as expected, she discovered a note left behind by Maria.

A narrow section near the fireplace contained seven books that were slightly misaligned. Not enough for most people to notice. Enough for Elena. She approached them. "Theodore." "Yes, Miss Hart?" "Has anyone touched these?" "No." "Not since Lord Damian." Adrian smiled faintly. "I was wondering how long it would take you." Elena looked over her shoulder. "You noticed too?" "I noticed you noticing." She rolled her eyes. "Show-off." "A little." Luca folded his arms. "I don't know whether this is flirting or intellectual competition." "Both," Dr. Grant answered before anyone else could.

“the rare and powerful kind.” I swallowed. My heart started beating faster. “They are white in color,” he added. Everything in me went still. White. Lyriel. I shook my head inwardly, that didn’t mean anything. “There are many stories,” he said. “Most people think they’re just myths.” “Yeah,” I said quickly. “Myths.” I closed the book and handed it back almost too fast and too careless. “I don’t need it.” The librarian didn’t take it. He just looked at me. “Are you sure?”

|| Lilac's POV || The next few days passed in a blur, each one blending into the next like watercolors on a canvas. Elara and I spent hours hunched over dusty old books, our fingers tracing faded ink as we searched for clues about the Nightshades. The library was quiet, the air thick with the scent of aged paper and the weight of unanswered questions. We found little— just fragments of their customs, rituals, and vague mentions of their power. Nothing concrete, nothing that could explain why Elias seemed so... off.

While Vlad sat at the desk to resume the paperwork, Elena walked to the other side of the room, where an enormous bookshelf occupied almost the entire wall. The shelves stretched from floor to ceiling. She slowly ran her fingers over the titles, feeling the texture of the spines, reading names in different languages. Classic literature. Philosophy. History. Some volumes seemed... very old. Her eyes then settled on a specific title. A novel about vampires. She carefully pulled it out and examined the cover with curiosity. She turned and walked to the sofa near the fireplace. Sitting comfortably, she stretched out her legs. "I’m going to read this one..." Vlad lifted his eyes from the desk.

Lena asked. Eleanor's gaze settled on the fireplace. "Because some truths destroy families." The sentence landed heavily. Sebastian laughed bitterly. "I think we've already passed that point." Nobody argued. Hours later, Lena found herself wandering through the estate library. She needed distance. Needed quiet. Needed something other than secrets. The room smelled of old paper and cedar wood. Thousands of books lined the shelves. Most hadn't been touched in years. Sunlight spilled across the carpet. For the first time all day, silence felt peaceful.

After finishing her meal, Elara couldn't wait to slip into Leonard's study. Calling it a study wasn't quite accurate—it was more of a library. The Oakread estate housed a three-story library filled with rare, out-of-print books, along with classified research materials that even top university professors would struggle to access. Elara immersed herself in this vast ocean of knowledge. But with Merida and Finnegan still waiting for her, she reluctantly left after indulging in two hours of reading.

he states confidently. I sigh with relief. This is going way easier than I thought. I thank the Moon Goddess for Jace, I was already preparing for his anger and disappointment. “But Enrick, you do know that white wolves are emissaries from Selene? They are often top rankings or wolves on a special mission.” Jace is no longer smiling, his face is serious, he is now totally my Beta and protector of the pack. “She was paired to you by the Moon Goddess?” he asks for confirmation. I nod in agreement.

Elena’s Point of View Elena barely slept that night. Her dreams were filled with shadowy figures and twisted wolves, their hollow eyes glowing with malice. Kaia was restless, pacing the edges of her consciousness as if guarding her from something unseen. By dawn, she was back in the library, poring over the book she’d discovered the day before. The pages were brittle, and the ornate script forced her to read slowly, but she couldn’t shake the sense that she was close to something important.

A familiarity she had never questioned because questioning would have been dangerous. Two records. Two outcomes. Elena stopped walking. She pressed her palm against a wall to steady herself. The stone was cool. Unforgiving. This changed everything. Not because it answered questions. But because it created new ones that could not be ignored. She folded the document carefully and placed it inside her bag, against her body, where it could not drift away. Isabella Whitmore. The name followed her as she turned back toward the car waiting at the curb. And for the first time in her life, Elena Whitmore understood that her story had been written long before she was old enough to read it.