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Ramon said, his voice cracking with emotion. Both Lucas and I exchange glances and then direct our gaze toward the book in Ramon’s hand, the book that we have only heard about in legends and myths but never considered real. The book of Eklepō is said to have the power to resurrect the dead, a dark magic that could potentially change everything we thought we knew about life and death.

Silence lingered between them. The rest of the flight was quiet as Kevin sat in another seat at the back busy signing documents and discussing business matters while Emma read a book and intermittently looked out the window watching the scenery below and sometimes stealing a glance back at him and caught him looking at her. After an hour, Kevin walked to her, checking on her as she drifted off to sleep. The leather-bound book she was reading lay open on her lap, the words written on its open page clearly visible; “If I know what love is, it is because of you!" Kevin smiled and then put the book aside. There was no lie in it.

Jennifer turned her attention to me. "Are you trying to revive them?" she asked. "I am. Lilith said their souls were still intact and suggested using Reo's dark book to revive them. I know it seems strange to follow the advice of our enemy, but there's no harm in trying," I explained. "I will help you," Jennifer said immediately. Eric hoisted Xavier's body while another soldier took Kai's. Heading into the manor, I retrieved the book from Xavier's office. As I exited, I noticed Susan and the rogue witches had returned from the Blue Wood pack. Jennifer must have informed them of what had happened as they offered sympathetic looks.

Perseus began to explain, but I found it a bit confusing. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Catherine asked, not understanding what I meant. "How am I supposed to resurrect him?" I continued. Catherine stood before me, her intense gaze fixated on me. She had a serious look on her beautiful face. "Lyra," she said, her voice steady and unwavering, "we need a rare stone called The Resurrection Stone. Only you can use it to raise our master." As she spoke, she flicked her hand in a swift gesture, signaling Ferdinand to fetch a book. He nodded, leaving the room and soon returning with a hefty tome, which he carefully placed in my hands at Catherine's behest.

My chest constricted, I was finding it difficult to breathe as I looked at him. "What do you mean by that?" I rasped "Remember the ritual we did on Katherine when she died? We were trying to resurrect her by calling up her soul back into her body. I think we succeeded but in the cruelest of ways, we projected her soul into someone else and the child took the form of Katherine in her mother’s womb. I do not know how that happened but it did and although she is Katherine, she is not because her memories are not with her.” "I still do not understand what you are trying to tell me, Henry. Are you saying she is Katherine but not her because her memories are gone forever?"

I swallowed and stepped closer. The cold black runes under my fingers were warm, too warm. I traced the grooves one row at a time. Then I saw another: ELARA W. Her name had been scratched out—covered over in the same letters beneath it, followed by Resurrected. My breath caught in my chest. I couldn’t recall my boots having ever felt so ponderous. But I heard the sound. I felt bile rise in my throat. I whispered, almost aloud:

I was confused—about the entire situation. I mean, what she wanted. If she had bestowed upon me a second chance, it could be as simple as living life in a different way. But her intentions behind my resurrection were clear and loud. She was trying to use me. But for what? And that book? Knowledge? It felt like I heard about it before. The thought churned in my mind, heavy and relentless, threatening to pull me under like a current. "You okay?"

But my body remained still, preserved in perfect, eternal silence. Through our bond, I felt his desperation growing with each passing day. Each failed attempt to reach me pushed him further from sanity. The pack library became his second home. He spent hours there, surrounded by ancient books about resurrection and magic. "There has to be a way," he would mutter, flipping pages frantically. "There has to be something..." Then one night, as he sat among piles of dusty tomes, his hands found an ancient book bound in wolf hide. "The Tale of the Moon-Blessed Alpha," he read aloud, his voice shaking. "In which the Moon God herself granted an Alpha King the power to resurrect his beloved Luna..."