Fated To The Blood Moon Alpha
Was this the key?
Before she could delve deeper, a chill ran down her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as if someone—or something—was watching her.
She turned, her gaze sweeping the dimly lit library, but saw nothing. The sensation lingered, though, pressing against her like an invisible weight.
Shaking it off, she returned to the book, determined to memorize every detail. Whatever the chosen bond was, it was her only lead.
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Hours later, Lucy slipped back into her room, clutching the ancient tome to her chest. Her mind raced with possibilities, but one thing was clear: she couldn’t do this alone.