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What's a little fun that I can't have? “I'm specifically looking…” he paused as he opened a page in a book and then turned it to me. "For the White Wolf.” The page had a picture of a white wolf in it sitting under a huge moon. This was supposed to be alarming to me, but I wasn't bothered. This might prove Axton's theory of humans wanting more after finding little. Maybe they were the ones that carried the bodies of those lycans, and now they're back for more. But somehow I disagreed with that thought. What if this guy has read some books and done a little research, and now he wants to discover one for himself? That also makes sense.

A pull like a magnet, weak but just about perceptible. Caitlin opened her eyes and followed the pull as it led her to a shelf of dusty books. Her eyes skimmed across the spines, unable to read any of the languages. But then she saw one book in English and knew, deep inside of her, that she had found what she had been sent here for. She pulled the book down and a cloud of dust flew into the air. The book had clearly not been touched for centuries. She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin.

What is happening to me? Why am I reacting to him like this? Why him, of all people? Why now, when I should still be grieving the mess my life just became? I curled my hands into my sleeves, staring at the flames like they had answers. One terrifying truth settled in the space between us: Whatever this strange, dangerous pull was… I could no longer pretend I didn’t feel it. And judging from the way he looked at me just now… he couldn’t either. Christmas was going to be a disaster. And maybe… something much worse.

The radio’s voice hung in the shack like smoke, low and warped—“Bring the vial. Cliff road, now—or he pays.” Sienna’s gut twisted, the vial a cold weight in her hand, her breath catching on the static’s last hiss. Roman stood stiff by the door, gun up, his eyes boring into hers—dark, steady, asking questions she didn’t have answers for. The twig snap outside hit like a slap, sharp and close, and her pulse kicked hard.

It is very brightly lit, and the seats look comfortable and neat. Lucenzo takes a seat at the front and I take the one fastest away from him like the coward that I am. I finally have the space to breathe in air without his cologne assaulting my nostrils. Yes, I'm done denying it. Lucenzo scares the shit out of me, or rather, what his presence does to me scares me. Lucenzo works on his laptop throughout and I take a long overdue nap.

She takes a step further, and I suddenly notice that her feet stop on one of the tiles. “What's wrong?” I ask, and she brings her fingers to her lips, signaling for me to go quiet. She taps that particular tile again, and even I can hear the hollowness beneath it. Nova looks up at me like she has seen this before. She gently leans down, removing a pin from her hair. A few strands escape, but she looks more focused on opening that particular tile. I walk over, squatting down with her as she successfully pushes the tile away. I help her lift it up, and that is when we see the book that is just sitting there in the sand.

Powerful and unafraid, in contrast to the current state of being human, which is terrifying and worthless. Janet blinked many times while holding Ryan's hand and her flashlight in the other, and discovered that they were once again confined to a single, smaller tunnel as they slowly crouched in. Then, facing the same fate, Ryan came to a halt. "Janet took a look and saw that the book we had taken from the museum had been sitting right here all along. It's possible you just didn't see it." When Ryan mumbled and sat down on the floor, Janet came up behind him and snatched the book from his grasp.

Jasper Reid programmed the address into Jasper’s phone, right down to the GPS map. “See here,” he pointed to a building well back from the main road. “It doesn’t look like much normally, just some sheds. But on fight night, it comes alive, and you won’t be able to miss it. There will be hundreds of cars there, and lights and music. Just remember, there are humans there too, guests, so although it’s a full moon, no shifting.”