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"I have just been gone for five minutes, Rohama. In that short period of time, this is what I get coming back?" I could see Yamiko's brow arching in exasperation. His eyes wandered around each corner of the room. It made him frown. The area was a mess. Books were spread at the floor like an earquake had happened. I thought of an excuse but couldn't articulate a logical one. "It's just b—ouch!" The cerulean creature pulled my hair with its small fingers. I tried to swat it using my hands but the transparent wings like dragonfly were fast enough to avoid my attacks.

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

NEAH A massive wolf appears at the Iron Valley border. Silver gray fur. Old. Scarred. Every movement deliberate. Powerful. He shifts at the tree line. Stands naked except for the scars covering his body and the authority radiating off him like heat from a furnace. Alpha Marcus goes to meet him. Liam and Caleb flank him. Warriors position themselves at strategic points. Ready. I watch from the porch with Theo and Shane. Every instinct screams danger. But something else whispers underneath. Something that feels like recognition even though I've never seen this man before.

All in all, I felt ready and eager to face the enemy; which was a good thing because we came across them all too soon. We were almost to the portal into Desolation when a small band of Charles’s vampires stumbled across us. We’d seen them coming and hid in the trees, but my human scent was too so strong it gave me away. As the vampire that discovered me sneered up at me with glee and called to his companions, I looked fervently for Gwendoline and Luthias. They were nowhere to be found. I almost lost my grip on the tree branch as panic seized me. Seeing this, my would-be captors laughed and jeered about how easy it would be to capture me if I just fell into their grasp. They stood below

KELLEN Like a pack of silent thieves, we filed out of the barracks one by one, Jasper leading the way. He had brought six warriors with him that had all drawn a white X on their leather vests so we knew who was a friend and not foe. Creeping through the arena and towards the Palace swiftly and quietly. *My King* Rogue handed me my sword, the one the old lady had gifted me *I kept it safe* he smiled. “You are with me Rogue,” I nodded thanks to him,

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

Friendlier. “I do not take orders,” his brows knitted together as he hadn’t expected this reaction from me, especially because I knew what this was for him, “and I’m not in the habit of informing other alphas of my work, but... I do understand the thirst for revenge and what it’s like to lose a sister.” He fell back in his seat with a sigh of relief. I couldn’t say it out loud, but I overly enjoyed the sight of a much disoriented Lorelai Trentino.

Mate. The word hit me hard, hunger rising fast. I pushed it away. Not now. Not here. I can’t show weakness at the summit. This is my chance to watch the High Alpha, see how strong he is, and figure out how to get my revenge. The scent of coffee curled through the street, rich and inviting. I stopped outside a tiny café wedged into a crooked corner. I couldn’t move, unsure if it was my feet rooted to the spot or the wolf in me refusing to budge. I looked inside.

Just a crescent white moon etched in the center of the cover. My fingers close around it. It’s cold. I glance back at Alex and Ava. They’re speaking in low voices, Alex watching her like a hawk. Good. I open the book, flipping through pages quickly. Hand written text in cursive with black and white pictures of symbols, and unknown diagrams fills the worn page. I squint my eyes and look through the small text until I find what I'm looking for. Mana Wolves. The words almost glow on the page. My heart skips a beat. This is it.

“What is she doing here?” I moved quickly toward Caleb before answering. “She can be trusted.” Ragnar looked extremely unconvinced by that. Meanwhile, Caleb brushed dust off his sleeve calmly like he hadn’t just been thrown into a room. “What is wrong with you?” I demanded, glaring at Ragnar. Instead of answering immediately, Ragnar lifted something in his hand. It was a book. My breathing stopped for a second the moment I recognized it. The record book. “You found it?” I whispered. Ragnar’s eyes shifted toward Caleb immediately. “No,” he said coldly. “He had it.”