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“You, my friend, are wise beyond your advanced years.” He inclines his head at me. “Thank you, Princess. High praise indeed.” When we finish, I go to my room and shower, bypassing breakfast with Ailduin, Anastasia and Buppig. While my stomach is grumbling with hunger, I ignore it and head straight to the library, getting the Book of Prophecies off the shelf and sitting at a table to begin reading. When I sit, I run my hand over the book cover. The top left quarter of it is no longer glowing brightly. It’s gone from a shiny gold color to that of iron, making it stand out on the cover.

"I'm not interested in linking with anyone." Celeste's smile returned, but it was tinged with a hint of malice. "Just think about it, Ava. I'm here to help. Nothing else." As I glanced at the book, I saw that the cover was old and worn, with strange symbols etched into the leather. But it was the image on the front that caught my attention. Two women, dressed in strange, flowing clothing, gazed back at me. Their faces were identical, with high cheekbones and piercing green eyes. They wore intricately designed headdresses, with gemstones that seemed to shimmer in the dim light.

The title etched on the cover caught my eye, sending a chill down my spine: The Lineage of the Blackhollow Coven. Curiosity and unease warred within me as I opened the book. The pages shimmered faintly, a subtle glow that hinted at the magic infused within them. It wasn’t just a history - it was alive, recording the lives of those within the Blackhollow bloodline as they unfolded. My breath hitched as my name appeared in delicate, glowing script, right above Aurora’s. The sight made my heart ache and swell simultaneously.

Its cover bore a sigil she recognized from his ring a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s head. She nodded obediently, but curiosity clawed at her like an itch under the skin. When he left the room, she stared at the red book until the shadows grew long. Then, unable to resist, she touched the cover. The leather pulsed beneath her fingers alive. The latch came undone with a soft click. Inside, the pages were filled with hand-drawn diagrams of moons, human anatomy, and wolves mid-shift bones cracking, bodies half-transformed. Beneath one sketch was a name scrawled in ink:

Others were modern thrillers and contemporary fiction, their glossy jackets still vibrant. But then she came to a section that felt...different. These books weren’t stacked like the others. They were nestled into the shelves like treasures, rich, cracked leather covers, some with gold foiling so worn it was barely legible. Her hand paused over one that read, The History of the Black Moon Pack. Her brows knit. “Pack?” she murmured under her breath, pulling it from the shelf.

Some were falling apart and otgers has strange covers with symbols I did not know. I walked slowly because everything felt heavy. Jax lit a small lantern on the table and the whole room glowed softly. “You said you saw runes like mine before. Are they in these books?” “Over there. I think the book is the second one on the left.”He nodded and pointed to one of the shelves. My hands shook a little while I pulled it out. The cover was dark brown and cracked. When I opened it the pages almost crumbled but they still held shape. And then I saw it. The same pattern across a belly. The same shape that curled on my own skin.

"You're not helping." "I know." The maid quietly picked up one final book. Unlike the others... This one looked ancient. Its leather cover had almost turned silver with age. Runes covered the spine. The pages seemed unusually thick. Almost alive. The maid hesitated before placing it in my hands. Althea watched me carefully. Waiting. Expecting. I looked down. Then froze. Every trace of amusement vanished. The title read: Hereditary Powers and Bloodlines Through the Centuries: Recorded Abilities and Their Evolution

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

is the only word Aminah can think of to alleviate the discomfort; she also does not want to talk with him any longer. She took the clothes, but something abruptly dropped off. When Aminah noticed a perfectly laying lace underwear, her eyes widened. Its hue is red, which makes it stand out. This is the typical design she saw in Helen's room in a seductive magazine. For the second time, she caught Bram's gaze, who only coughed, nodded, and nervously checked the curtain. "I'll change this later." She was too humiliated and just take it immediately and ran to the restroom and slapped her face, hoping to forget her humiliation.