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We were at war. Just the thought of it was outrageous. While growing up in the Chicago area, I’d never even been in the vicinity of a gang rumble, let alone anything else. Now, after only a few months of leaving an area that ranked in the top twenty-five cities for crime in the USA and moving to what appeared to be a sleepy mountain hamlet wedged between small town USA and a city that was barely large enough to claim the title, not only was I at war, but I was at war with werewolves whose savageness was something the Chicago gangs couldn’t fathom. It was all too surreal.

"Word of advice? The good stuff isn't kept with the dusty old books." Before I could ask what she meant, she was gone. Disappeared into the shadows like she'd never been there at all. Who the hell was that? I shook my head and went back to searching. I didn't have time for mysterious women with probably glowing tattoos. Hours passed. My eyes burned from reading by candlelight, but I kept going. Most of the books were about pack laws and territory disputes. Nothing helpful. But then my fingers found something different. A thin book wedged between two larger ones.

Sophie's Point Of View. The face-off that Nathan and I had outside the pack almost an hour ago is still fresh in my mind. After witnessing such a horrifying journey, I should be sleeping. Rather, I decided to remain awake and speculate as to what Nathan was thinking at the moment. "Why is Alpha Nathan angry with me for what transpired with the wolves in the woods? Did he think I would be devoured by wolves? Maybe he is pleased that I am working toward discovering my inner wolf." As the voice reverberated back to me, I asked myself rhetorically. I considered finding someone with whom I could share my suffering, but then I realized that Annabelle was sleeping beside me. I was so overcome by my

I quickly paced down the hall so I could get to the room faster and open this book that felt like a newfound piece of treasure in my hands. As I scanned through the first few pages of the book, it was picture after picture of different drawings and versions of what a nightwolf was portrayed to look like. Some of them were detailed to be howling at the moon, whilst several illustrations had a sort of evil and rabid look to them. But there was one in particular that caught my eye, and instead of just flicking past it, I stopped, staring at how strikingly similar it was. The wolf was pure black, just like mine. No white, silver streaks across its fur like all the others had, and this one was th

Dust clung to everything, and the dim lighting made it feel more like a tomb than a library. I found a small table in the corner and set my bag down, then started browsing through the shelves. It didn’t take long to realize that most of the books were about standard small-town fare—local history, genealogy, that sort of thing. But buried between the boring volumes on family trees and tax records, I found something a little more interesting. Legends of Blackthorn Ridge. The book was old, its spine cracked and its pages yellowed with age. The title alone made my pulse quicken with anticipation. I pulled it from the shelf and sat down at the table, flipping it open.

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Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

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That’s where I need to go next. But where are they? I have no clue. I haven’t heard of that pack before. I mean, I haven't really heard of any of the packs. Not until I'm in the middle of ripping them apart. But if this Alpha is as tough and powerful as the journal claims, then there must be something about him, about his pack somewhere. I just need to find where. I made my way back to the small library. I wasn’t expecting to find anything useful. This little shithole was too small and insignificant to have anything worthy of my time. But I had to look regardless. There is always a small possibility of error on my part. However unlikely that may be. My patience had withered down to nothing,