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I'll call you when we're done. Other students began to fill the auditorium, making the place although slowly, noisier and hotter in temperature. A fat student that had the shape of an hard-boiled egg sat in the seat next to him minutes before they commenced. Behind his sat a girl with eyeglasses so thick he suspected they were bulletproof. She had an awfully small nose that reminded him of rats. In the seat before him was another girl that looked so thin it reminded him of someone with a terminal disease.

He knew Oreon was too far gone to listen. Kornel simply walked to the other side of the massive bookshelf and began pulling books down, searching with the same desperate intensity as his Alpha. Oreon ignored him. He ignored the Gamma who had betrayed him to save an assassin. He focused only on the leather spines. "History of the Northern Wars... no. Treatise on Economy... no." He threw them. The room was filling with the debris of knowledge. "You are hysterical," Abram sneered, regaining some of his composure now that Oreon’s back was turned. "You are proving the Council right, nephew. You are unstable. Tearing apart your own home because a criminal lied to you?"

Crazy dimwits. I stay quiet and walk away from them as quickly as I could although I could still hear them laughing and calling me names. I walk straight to my locker and hurriedly take out the books I needed so I could get to class before Gabrielle and her minions catch up to me or even worse get to class before me.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

"Maybe Orna used some kind of magic to make you forget." "Maybe. But I remember the story now. I remember Orna telling me that new things start from destruction. She was obsessed with that book. It had a dark brown leather cover that looked like it was a dragon's skin. It was different than the normal books. She always carried it with her and sometimes she read it to me. Only to me," I said as I remembered the nights she read stories to me. I was besotted with Orna. She was my cool aunt. I loved her and I was sure she loved me. Maybe she never did. "I was small. I was around seven or eight. The same age as Lili when she started reading the book to me. It was interesting. She would tell the s

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

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Forever. End of book 36

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

Of knowing who he was, his name… His name… Iori stood up and rushed toward one of the shelves. She remembered him telling her once that it was his personal challenge to read all the books in the library, even the ones that weren’t taken out yet. If he took books out with him, the book card would have his name in it. And if it’s one of those books that had been never read, then, it would only have his name on it. Iori started flipping through the books starting with the titles they were both talking about before. But she turned up nothing. Sometimes there were lists of names. Other times there was nothing. But no name jumped up to her. No name got repeated enough to consider if it was his.