Malcolm Purvis Library Novels & Stories

The message was clear: stay in my lane, or face the combined consequences of two dangerous men. I waited five minutes, then forced myself to continue my work, heading downstairs. I found Malcolm in the massive library, already working. The whole room smelled of old paper and cigars. "Elsie," Malcolm's voice was deep and steady. He had absolute power. He didn't look up from the large ledger on his desk. "I need fresh coffee. And then you will clean this room. Thoroughly." I made his coffee and came back. He finally looked up. His eyes were cold, assessing, the eyes of a judge and a crime-cover-up artist.

River pushed open the creaky door, stepping into Alpha Malcolm's library, a sanctuary of knowledge and tranquility. The room enveloped her like a warm embrace, shelves upon shelves of leather-bound books stretching towards the ceiling. The musty scent, rich and earthy, filled her lungs, and the faint whisper of pages seemed to hum a gentle melody. River's fingers trailed over the spines of the books, feeling the raised letters and embossed symbols. She had always found solace in the written words of others, the stories and wisdom of those who had come before. Malcolm's collection was vast, with tomes on everything from pack history to ancient magic. River's eyes scanned the shelves, searchin

and with that he opened the door to see me out his office before locking up for the night and heading down the opposite corridor of me towards his personal rooms. Two more weeks passed and I kept myself busy in the library. I figured that if Alpha Mercury, I mean Alpha Malcolm, didn’t have someone to keep up with the library, since I was making so much use of it, the least I could do was try and keep it tidy, clean, and organized. The organized part was something I was still trying to figure out. The former librarian had an interesting cataloging system and it was taking me a little time to really figure out all the nuances to her system.