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I'm sure I have some kind of rule logged with HR against feeling this way about anyone in this building– hopefully she doesn't notice where my mind has gone. Trying to recover my equanimity, I stand and stare like an idiot for a moment before I think to offer her a hand up. She slowly melts down the wall, awkwardly moving her feet like the floor is lava. I clear my throat to try and get her attention, or at least get her to open her eyes. I hope she didn’t pass out. It would be a strange way to do it, but if she has a history of losing consciousness, maybe she’s worked out this strategy to do it without head injuries. I’m not sure I could take the kind of excitement that comes with an ambula

He is just plain nice and really fine. I place the book on my lap and open the first page, there is a diagram of two celtic wolves anchoring the title. I run my hands over the diagram feeling a dort of weird connection to the wolves. I blink. Is that even possible? "So Mikrös, tell me something I don't know." Ronan says, cutting me out of my reverie. "I will, if you stop calling me Mikrös." Roman throws his head back in laughter and I watch him. He looks peaceful, almost like he has nothing on him. My shoulders slump.

That's possible because I'm a doctor here. I just returned to the sofa bed and sat down. I just continued reading and the complaint in my brain calmed down. I really can't accept that they call these flowers rare. If it's rare among them, what about the forbidden ones? I lost track of time and finished reading the book. My neck also hurt a bit because I had been bending over for a long time and it was getting dark. I stood up and stretched. "Arf!" Sushi was barking at me and wagging his tail. I bent down to pick him up.

*** Wild Wolves Gang Ryley Shine (the alpha's son) Zander Brown (the Beta's son) Wendy Yeoman Clarke Hazel (Former member and Ryley's ex-girlfriend) Tbc. (There are a lot of things that come from book 1, so it's recommended to read it before you begin this journey. A lot of flashback segments are going to appear that have to deal with the first book, that's why I would suggest you pick up the first book first. And I hope you liked this chapter. Thanks for reading and don't forget to comment and give five stars please.)

He could smell it in the air, see it all around him and almost taste it on his lips. After roughly two minutes, he got the reward for deciding to follow the path he had taken. The three hostels stood side by side like three giants leading a troop of soldiers to war. The buildings were misty in the distance but from where he was, he knew they were the building he and the other new intakes sought after. He had led them in the right path, he thought. He was sure to be a great Alpha. All he needed do was take care of Harold which his mother was on to already.

With a careful touch I pulled the leather-bound book from the shelf and read through the blurb finding myself amused as I discovered that the book was story of werewolves, apparently written by a human, a fantasy novel It wasn’t a genre I had ever encountered before I found myself making my way to the kitchen with the book in hand and a smile on my face, if nothing else it should be good for a few laughs, I wondered just how wrong the human’s perception of us could be. I piled a tray with a of tea and snacks for lunch and made my way back up to the sitting room n the east block before settling on the sofa and opening the first page. I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I never knew there was a rule that said not being nice to strangers; well, you remind me of my little sister that died in front of my eyes on the night I was sold off." I saw a hint of sadness, pain, and agony in her eyes before she brushed it off. "Sorry about that," I whispered, feeling pity for her loss. "For what? Oh c'mon! I have gotten over it. "Now time for your first lesson, baby girl." She clapped her hands in excitement. She picked up the book she brought that had been placed on the floor before opening it. It had the title "The Art of Seduction." I creased my eyebrows, wondering what these people wanted to instill in me.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

When we weren't training, she made us spend all our time in the library. “Is it wrong to read those books?” I asked. “No. It's never wrong to read, sister.” She cupped my cheeks softly. “But the power in reading is knowing which information you can weaponize and which one to ignore. The lies in books are just as much as the truth.” I nodded, already committing her words to memory. She sighed and drew closer to me. “Remember this, Eloise. No one out there is your friend. They're all enemies waiting to strike you the minute you let your guard down. Use every weapon at your disposal to destroy your enemies before they destroy you. Always make the first move.”