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he said, handing it over. It landed with a soft thud in my hands. The cover was worn, the spine fraying at the edges like it had been around far too long. I squinted at the title. “Legends of the Lost: The Moon Goddess’s Touch,” I read aloud. “How exactly is this supposed to help me get my wolf?”

It was closed, with no title, but a symbol was tooled into its cover—the same symbol from the bone resonator: the wolf unraveling into a spiral. He approached it with a reverence that felt out of place in the violated chamber. He did not touch it. “It’s a Weaver’s Grimoire. Warded to the bloodline. He could not open it. He could not even move it.” He looked at me, his gaze intense. “It will only respond to you.”

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

I went to the inner room to check for a book that could be of help at all. In the dim light of the library hall, I wandered through the aisles, my fingers trailing along different volumes of books. The air was thick with the scent of dusty and old paper. As I turned a corner, an old, leather-bound book caught my eye. Its name cover was wrapped with strange design that seemed to shimmer faintly from the rest. It was the eyes of the rarest species of werewolves...... The white wolves. Curiosity got the better of me, I pulled the book from the shelf and opened it.

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

With a determined expression, he led Emily forward, their footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness. As they approached the altar, a figure emerged from the shadows, its form shifting from that of a human to a majestic, silver-furred werewolf. The creature's eyes gleamed with a mix of wisdom and ancient knowledge, a testament to its age and authority. It was the Alpha, the leader of the werewolf pack. The Alpha's voice carried a deep resonance, commanding attention as it spoke. "Welcome, Emily Harper and Adam Brentwood. You have ventured far, guided by your desire to uncover the truth. But be warned, for the truth can be a double-edged sword, revealing both light and darkness."

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through

Deciding to study so my grades don't completely tank, but when I look at my nightstand, I frown. There are many stacks of magazines that I recognize as Ashley's, but one question lingers in my mind: Why are all those books about seducing man-wolves? "There's even a book about how to be a she-wolf who is attractive and arousing to an Alpha… Is she a werewolf fan? But why did she—" I pause mid-sentence as the neighbor’s window opens. I notice that it's opened by a girl wearing glasses, but what catches my attention is the guy sitting on the long sofa: It's Nicholas!

I'm alone with more knowledge than I ever dreamed of having and for the first time since arriving at Nightfall Keep, I can breathe. I spend hours exploring, running my fingers along leather spines and pulling down volumes at random. There are histories of the Lycan territories, texts on magic theory, and bestiaries describing creatures I didn't know existed. On the second floor, tucked in a corner behind several other books, I find something that makes me freeze. A small leather-bound volume with no title on the spine, but when I pull it out, the cover reads in silver ink: "The Celestial Wolves: Last of the Moon Goddess's Children."

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.