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From knowing—deep in her bones—that tonight, the truth would come to light. Elias trailed just behind her, his hand resting instinctively near the hilt of the dagger strapped to his thigh. His golden eyes scanned the space, ever alert, ever protective. “This wing was sealed for a reason,” he murmured. She didn’t turn to face him. “And that reason has something to do with me.” Bookshelves stretched like tall sentinels into the dark, their spines cracked and worn, their stories buried under decades of dust and silence. She could feel the pull in her blood—the quiet whisper of magic that led her here.

Amber took in a deep sigh and after a long pause, she stood up and said, “I believe my mother had her reason for burning the book of prophecy. I also believe that, if no one had laid their hands on the book, then, no one would know if one is Chosen or not. At least, if everyone claims to be the Chosen One, there won’t be any Chosen One. I won’t be predicted by a mere book.” Everyone in the room looked at her as soon as she said those last words and she looked back at them, wondering if she had said too much. But no, she would not let her journey in this life be read in a book, even if it means altering it. * As the hours moved towards nighttime, Meera felt a sudden pain on her back. It was a

As if on cue, I heard it coming. It was faint, but unmistakable: the distant, droning buzz of wings. My blood ran cold. The swarm would be here in moments. Aria blinked up at me slowly, as if she hadn’t heard a word I said. Her hands moved to my chest instead, clumsily gripping my coat. “So muscular,” she mumbled absently. “Even through this coat…”

She was upset and she had the right to be, but since she could feel my emotions, she couldn't be enraged further. I looked over her shoulder and wowed when I saw her wings for the first time. I read about it in the book but it was even more amazing to see in person. The main colour of her wings was lavender pink. The wings were large, translucent and substantial, with a petal-like design. The wings had a refined incurvation and were adorned with heart-shaped disc flowers with sweet-like petals and colours ranging from soft purples, pink, yellows, and blues. The wings emitted a soft, radiant glow and pink fairy dust fell from them with each flutter. The gentle glow gave her wings an air of tr

He says. I sigh and look back at the books, then see a smaller one tucked between two other ones. I pull it out. ‘The secret society.’ By Albert Windshion. I look up at Issac and he grabs the book from me. “I haven’t seen this one yet. But it might not be about the golden wolf.” He says, and I nod, but for some reason know that’s not the case. He opens the book and reads a few pages, then smiles. “I think this might be something.” He says and I smile. Gunner grunts, “We really need to find this guy.” I nod in agreement.

anymore. I hesitated at the old iron gate, then placed my palm against the enchanted lock. It hissed, clicked, and unlatched. I stepped inside. Dust swirled in the air. The atmosphere here was different—heavy with secrets and the weight of forgotten voices. My eyes scanned the shelves, looking for anything labeled with Wolfsong. Three shelves in, I found it. A narrow book bound in deep blue leather: “Legends of the Moon-Blessed: The Bloodline That Shifts Destiny.”

I'd be handing myself over on a silver platter. "Why not go to Alpha Burner?" my wolf suggested. "He can help us with a phone. Alphas have Alpha numbers. I'm sure he'll help." That sounded good—but I'd have to tell Burner some truths. He already knew my real name. He already suspected my past. If I went to him, I'd be handing him the last piece of my secret. "Do we have any choice?" my wolf replied. "Let's just hope he's not an enemy."

"Okay, don't think about it too much. Let's go to the cafeteria." Agneta nodded awkwardly and followed Sella, even though her head was still thinking. She underlined the wordgay, and Davero couldn't be gay. *** Because Evan picked up Sella after school, Agneta had time to go to the bookstore by herself. He walked quietly while slinging the bag on his right shoulder. However, he stopped before reaching the bookstore and instead hid behind a wall when he saw Davero smiling and holding a small, wolf-like dog with clean, light gray fur at a pet shop.

This was the only period I was free enough to train with Daemon, I was also away from prying eyes. Although it was stressful, the excitement hadn't died down yet. I snuck out of the palace through the secret crack Damon had shown me and made my way to our training spot. “Daemon?” I called out as he was nowhere to be seen. “Dae….ahhhh,'' I yelled out as I held both of my hands to my chest as Daemon descended before he tucked his wings away. I would never get used to the fact that he had wings, and that his species once existed. It was lost in history with just one book left that talked about them, at least the only book I had found, not that I had really searched to begin with.

In its place was a folded note with one sentence: “Some secrets destroy everyone who uncovers them.” I looked toward the forbidden wing through my window. Someone had been inside my room. Someone was watching. And they knew exactly what I had found. The line we crossed tonight felt inevitable. But the secrets in this house were more dangerous than ever. --- **Full expanded chapter (Word count: 2,156)**