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"I promise we'll come back here,' I assured her and she nodded, apppeased. Even though I had no idea how I was going to come back here once I left I just needed to give her a little assurance. As I moved forward, I saw a stream, but it wasn't water. It sparkled with a liquid light, and when I dipped my paw, it felt cool and refreshing. Fish, with scales that gleamed like precious stones, swam in the stream. They moved gracefully, leaving trails of colors behind them.

Giselle questioned him who looked at his book again. "She was special." "What about her swan? Teacher do you think I can have my swan too." Zayn glanced at her and clicked his tongue. "Don't you have anything else on your mind." "What if he is my swan? He is protecting me and..." "He is not your swan. When you met your swan, you will know it. Moreover, Swans are not mates. It could be a male or female." "Oh, oh...." She was disappointed.

“Yes, yes, let me see what we have here. Ah, there it is.” Stan climbs onto one of the library ladders that extends to the top of the stacks. After looking for a few moments, he pulls out a thick, heavy tome with the title, “Wolves: Myths and Legends” engraved in silver script against the brown leather cover. The pages are edged in gilt. He carefully descends the ladder and gives it to me. “This is what immediately sprang to mind when I got the call from Dr. Tawny. There is a passage in chapter seven that talks about the magic of twins.”

“I can’t do it. I can’t tear out a page from the old book. But that’s just me.’ Leila nodded and walked off, though her fingers itched to take the book home. Something about that plate with River God attracted her attention. She hated the idea somebody would buy the book and tear it apart for cute pictures. In a way, she preferred to stumble across a missing volume by Professor Yellen, but her luck was tough as usual. So she finished with the market and drove back to Christina's. Wolfie greeted her with a lot of unconditional love, her tail wagging could’ve powered a small generator. Tom was at work, leaving Leila alone with the oversized mutt who thought it was a lapdog. Leila poured hersel

[Carnelia] The book is heavy with more than just the sinews and hide that binds it, but with the weight of what it means. My father, what is left of him, now rests in my hands. Should I open it? Sighing, my talons grip the book more firmly between my fingers as I take a deep breath and look around to see if there is a chair where I might rest. Passing a mirror, I pause, gasping. I don’t look like myself anymore, but rather a version of myself I do not remember ever being. I am tall and lithe, my chestnut skin glowing golden from within, my eyes shining like two burning suns.

Back to the present ✅ . Blood moon pack. The storm had grown stronger, the branches of the forest trees dancing to the heavy tone of the weather. Two dark wolves racing through the storm in search of the humans. It was hard scouting at the rate of how strong the storm had conflicted with different colours. Storms like this usually come once in three years, unfortunately, it hasn't even been half two years since a storm visited. “Maybe the gods don't want him to be saved.” Roy said through their mindlink as they came to a stop, in an empty forest, no single animal was barely sighted, making him wonder if they've been blown away.

"Now, bring me the shirt. We’ll talk when I get back." The whip of his reproach, followed so quickly by that sudden tenderness, left me momentarily adrift. I started to doubt myself. Maybe I really was making too big a deal of things. After all, without Michael’s work out there, Ryder and I wouldn’t have this comfortable life at all. Janine was just his assistant. No matter how bold she was, she’d always be just that—an assistant. In that haze of uncertainty, the divorce papers I had been gripping slowly slipped from my hand.

I give Zephyr a sincere and enthusiastic smile for his tips and dedication in fetching all these books for me. “I will do as you advised, Mr. Zephyr!” I inform sincerely, pulling up a chair and picking up the red book. “You will do well, Anara Valen. But be careful, be very careful with the vipers that lurk in the grass and corridors. There are malices in darker places. Just as this red book can save you for the next challenge, a woman in a red dress can kill you,” Zephyr declares seriously. I frown at him, startled by his words.

Glasses that hid a fire behind her eyes. Sienna. He swallowed the growl building in his throat and threw the phone down. “Too damn real,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair. But even with Bree coming over tonight, he already knew what woman would haunt his dreams

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.