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Amaris ordered running back to his section looking through his library as did everyone. Soon they all found theirs, only after the first 6 pages, everything else was blank. "Seriously, they couldn't finish the book." Amethyst groaned closing her journal. Lilith looked at the blank page as if words would magically appear on the paper and it did. To unlock this page you must tell your deepest secret to someone in the group you trust the least. "Seriously, guys I found something." They all walked over to her reading what was writing on the page.

I clenched my fists, reminding myself that I was here for a purpose, not to be intimidated by his pathetic lifestyle. Mr. Walter awaited me in his living room, a sinister smile playing on his lips. “Ah, Megan, my darling. So punctual. I knew you wouldn’t want your sister’s little secret to be spilled all over the news.” I shot him a withering look, refusing to let him see my fear. “Cut the games, Walter. What do you want?” He circled me, his gaze predatory. “Simple, my dear. I want you. One night with me, and your sister’s secret remains safe.”

“I’ve worked for you long enough to read the pauses.” Naomi smirked. “Maybe you should be the one making the closing arguments.” Sandra tilted her head with a knowing grin. “Isn’t that what you’re already doing? Piece by piece… Secrets Unfold, right?” Naomi blinked. “You remember the name?” “Hard to forget when it’s what you’re living.” Naomi picked up a glass and stared into it like it held some kind of answer. Secrets Unfold. Yes. That’s exactly what today felt like. A day where hidden feelings peeked through smiles, where silence told louder truths than words.

She also didn't see how blankets would help her be a good Luna. Instead of jumping right into knitting she decided to read first and got out one of the books. The Inner Pack. It was a novel. Not a guide or informational book, but a fictional novel? She staired at it in confusion for a few minutes before she picked it up to start reading.

I sat up with my heart racing, my sweaty thin tank top still sticking to my skin, and the fabric so transparent that it showed every one of the curves of my braless breasts. Who would be at the door at such a late hour? I picked up my phone, no alerts, no texts from Mia or anyone. The knocks grew frantic, a slurred voice filtering through the door: "Lila? It's Jax. Please... let me in." Mia's brother. My pulse skipped. I'd harbored a secret crush on him since our teen sleepovers, stealing glances at his broad shoulders and easy grin, but he was off-limits, her family, her protector. Still, drunk and alone outside? I couldn't ignore him.

This was my haven, a secret space where no one could find me—away from everything, from the pressures of my role, from the expectations that weighed on me. In my hands, I held the book I had stolen from the secret library. It was bound in dark leather, and its pages crackled with age. I had barely managed to slip it from its hidden resting place without anyone noticing, and now I was finally going to read it. The title was unassuming, but the stories it held, the knowledge it promised, stirred something deep within me.

"I'm fine." My hand closed around the purse's strap. The floor was cold underneath my bare feet as I padded hastily to the door. My mind churned with fragments of information, trying to piece together the puzzle of Professor Grant's disgrace. But there, sneakily slid under the door, lay "The Golden Secret" magazine. Its glossy cover glared up at me, daring me to open it. Tucked beneath it, a slip of paper—Michael's unmistakable script scrawled across it: “We will do great things together.”

It was a secret button. I pressed it gently. With a very soft click, a hidden compartment popped open at the back of the desk. Inside the dark space sat a thick, heavy book with a dark leather cover. It was a hidden ledger. My heart began to beat faster inside my chest. I took the heavy book out of the hiding place and brought it into the pale moonlight by the window. I opened the first page, my blue doe eyes narrowing as I began to read the neat, cramped handwriting. As I turned the pages, a cold wave of shock and anger rushed through my veins.

Lily turned and walked out. I watched her leave, then pulled out my phone. I opened a secure line and made a call. "Phoenix? This is Aurora Arkin." It was the first time I had ever spoken my true last name inside Thorne Industries. "Yes. I need to consult you on a unilateral breach of secret investment contracts. Evidence? I have it all. Every contract, every wire transfer." I hung up and opened a hidden wall safe in my office. Inside were all the investment contracts signed under the "Arkin Trust."

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.