Bound by the Moon: Mated to Triplet Alphas
“That is good, you’ll need strength for what comes next.”
I swallowed. “The training?”
Her head tilted. “No, something you must hear before it is too late.”
I frowned. “Too late for what?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she crossed the room and set down an old book on the table. Its cover was cracked, the leather was worn out, it had strange markings, spirals and claws, ran across it.
“What is that?” I whispered.
“The truth,” she said simply.
I forced myself to stand, to walk closer, though every instinct told me not to. My fingers hovered above the book. “What do you mean?”
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