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My laptop screen lit up into the dimness of my dorm room as I typed the same words again and again in the search bar: longing, physical ache, connection, bond, supernatural symptoms. I half expect nonsense, fanfiction, folklore, bullshit paranormal blogs. But the more I read, the more a horrifying pattern emerges. Werewolves, bonds and mates. The words burnt into my eyes like fire. It was simply ridiculous, I mean, I did not even believe in that kind of thing.

The symbols on the obelisk seem to be pulsing in a particular pattern, almost like they're showing me a way up. I take a closer look, trying to memorize the pattern. It's almost like a staircase, with each symbol lighting up in a sequence. I take a deep breath and reach out a hand, placing it on the first symbol. The pulsing intensifies, and I feel a jolt of energy pass through me. The symbol slides out, like a handhold on a climbing wall. For a long moment, the five of us just stare at it. "Another pattern," Damon murmurs. "Like the river of lava."

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

“I’m Madame Humphrey. Welcome to my shop! Can I help you find something?” “Um.” Kylee glanced at Price and echoed his question. “I’m not sure. What kind of shop is this?” “This is a spiritual shop, my dear.” “What?” Price jerked backwards, hitting his ribs on the corner of the glass countertop. “What do you mean?” Kylee asked. “Like, religion?” Price’s eyes were wide with what Kylee could only assume was fear. “Or, like, the occult?” Madame Humphrey laughed. “Not the occult. Spiritualism is a gathering of all beliefs. All the good that can be found in religions around the world.”

Or how his body felt against mine. I shook my head again. “Bad, Wakely.” I snorted at scolding myself like a dog. I quickly showered and threw on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. It was too early to get ready for the party, but I could go for some coffee. I grabbed the only fiction book that I had on my shelf. It was a paranormal romance that I have read at least a hundred times. The cover was well worn, and for some reason, it gave me comfort.

Great. That opens a floodgate of articles about hormones, pheromones, and 'soul-deep connections.' Nothing remotely scientific. It's all romance novel tropes and spiritual mumbo jumbo. I groan quietly pressing my palms over my eyes. What do I think I'm going to find? A diagnosis for 'help, I dry-humped my boss and now my brain's short-circuiting?' I can't stop. The next search is even more absurd. I am being influenced by paranormal fanfic websites: 'Supernatural myths about wolves.'

“They’re not here. I haven’t sniffed out any in this town. Plus, it’s daylight. They can’t come out during the day.” “What about if they had a magical amulet or something?” He widened his eyes. “Well. . .sure. But not many have them and. . .how did you know that?” “The Craving series. It’s these paranormal romance books that talk about vampires. They mention witches and werewolves too, but not as much. It’s mainly about vampires.” Maddox watched her with fascination. Although he was naked and bloodied, she was too out of it to notice. Keeping her talking about the books would be the best way to keep her relaxed.

She imagined he was here right now, his coal eyes glowing red, fangs bared as he chuckled to himself at her pathetic frail efforts to escape his immortal clutches. The girl's limbs gave up beneath her from exhaustion, she laid on the wet grass on her side her hands wrapped protectively around her protruding stomach as weariness spread throughout her body. Suddenly, she could feel the ache in every muscle including her eyes. She couldn't keep her eyelids open they felt like lead. As blackness swallowed her, her last conscious thought was that..... This could be one of his mind games

Audrey said and the trio began looking at the map and the transcript again. After a few hours Audrey finally found something. "Guys I think I finally understand the pattern." Audrey said "Okay." The duo said waiting for Audrey's explanation. "The spell book is right under our nose." Audrey said "Where?" Greta asked "In a cave." "What cave?" Adrian asked "Ever heard of the forbidden cave?" Audrey asked "Yeah, humans say it's a cursed place." Greta said "Well I don't think it would be the same for paranormals." Audrey said with a sly smile.