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From the tree house on the other side of the yard, the beholder knew all too well who he was. Beneath the shadows of the ruins, Ale stepped cautiously into the alcove of a long-abandoned secret house. It appeared abandoned and haunting; the type of house people spoke about but never ventured to visit. On the outside, anyone who stumbled upon it could have believed that it was a haunted, abandoned ruin, a blight the world had forgotten, but nobody would have suspected what mysteries hid in such desolation. With swift motion, Ale walked through the dark hallway, his body shivering in delight as he knew what was lay ahead for him.

Perhaps it was a family project of sorts. If there weren’t any clues here that would lead them to the hybrids, maybe there was something that could tell them who this shelter belonged to. To his disappointment, there didn’t seem to be any scent. This place was abandoned for a very long time. He could smell the thick dust and the rooms with closed windows and doors only smelled musty, nothing more.

Dad stepped out from the shadow of the building, and his presence alone seemed to silence the crowd. "I'll keep this waste under house arrest until your Principessa's anger subsides," Don Pushkin said furiously. Then, his men forced Cristina down in front of me. "Monica, you handle her yourself." I raised my gun to Cristina's forehead. She knew the family had abandoned her and sobbed in despair. But I said, "You know what? I'm not going to do that. It would be too easy for you." Just then, the ringing started in my ears again. My body began losing control. Before I blacked out, someone shouted my name and ran toward me.

Vanessa said, stopping in front of a massive abstract piece—all blues and golds, chaotic and beautiful. I stared at it. For the first time in hours, I felt something other than fear. “It’s called Rebirth,” Matthew read from the placard. I let out a shaky breath. “It’s beautiful.” “You’re going to be okay,” Vanessa said quietly, slipping her hand into mine. “I know it doesn’t feel like it right now. But you will.” I wanted to believe her. We spent the next forty minutes walking slowly through the exhibits. Vanessa made ridiculous comments about some of the stranger pieces, making me laugh despite everything. Matthew pointed out details I’d missed—brushstrokes, hidden meanings, the way light p

My fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the page. My mother had written a small note in the margin. Someone else is looking. I kept reading. The books that keep disappearing from the shelves are the same ones I have been studying. Ancient burial records. Early magical creature classifications. Northern mountain ruins. My breath slowed. Northern mountains again. That place kept appearing in her notes. Whoever the other researcher is, they are careful. The books are returned quickly. The archive logs show nothing unusual. But the pages themselves tell a different story.

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“Journal Thirty-Nine isn’t supposed to be here.” Sera shook her head. “No.” She tapped the map gently. “It’s hidden beneath Moonfall Abbey.” The room became still. Moonfall Abbey. An abandoned monastery built long before the kingdoms divided. Riven looked at Elara. “No one’s entered those ruins for generations.” Kael folded his arms. “Which usually means one of two things.” Sera sighed dramatically. “Please don’t say monsters.” “I was going to say collapsing ceilings.” She groaned. “That’s somehow less comforting.”

I braced myself, prepared for whatever the night had to offer. We pulled up at an abandoned house, just like Dad had described it. Why do witches always hide out in places that seem to be out of this world? Like literally, looking at the old calves and structure, it looked like something that was resurrected, like something that had never been there.