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And if there's not, well, sex with Jake in any position of my choice here in the library seemed tempting either way. "Revelis Intermorta," I said. Gold flecks surrounded the book and around my fingers the instant I said the spell. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jake in awe, looking all around us at the bright hue covering us. I smiled, turning my attention back to the book, trying to keep my focus on it.

“You know too much. The details. The name. Most wolves would not speak so freely.” He leaned forward. “I have seen cases like yours before. The binding takes hold fast. This spell might work if you act quickly.” I picked up the book but my hands shook. Something about his handwriting on the note inside the cover looked familiar. Too familiar. “Where did you get this text?” Lorne shrugged. “Old family collection. Passed down quietly. The spell is on the third page. Blood and moonlight. Simple but powerful.” I opened the book slowly. The handwriting on the margin notes matched the note I had found in Elio’s cellar cache. The same slanted letters. The same ink. My stomach turned.

He opened the door and in the room were books. Kallum stepped into the room and crouched when he picked up one of the books from the ground. Suddenly a spark rolled in between his fingers, he proceeded to flip through the pages of the book and when he stopped at one of the pages. Recognition came to him. This book contained a spell she had to consult for her to perform. A binding spell. “Erebus,’ Kallum said softly. The Darkforce pried deeper into what the book was about, and it showed him that the witch In this house, may not have just crossed paths with Erebus.

"You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!" The sorcerer fell but laughed even more wildly. "Frame you? Alpha Misael, you came with Luna Alayna to my black market that night. You even asked about side effects. Now you won't admit it?" She pulled out a time crystal ball. Inside, the scene showed Alayna asking greedily, "If I use this, the pup inside Sienna's belly will be transferred to mine?" The sorcerer's voice echoed, "Yes, but only if you make the carrier yourself and let her smell it."

“It's not a mistake. She chose you because she believed you could do it” “That is bullshit! I don't care what she thinks, I'm not interested” They seemed they would not take no for an answer. Freya stretch out her hands and a book appeared. “Take it” Cautiously, I asked. “What is this?” “It's a book of spells passed down through generations of high priestesses” It was a large book with a dark, worn out leather cover. On it was boldly written: BOOK OF SPELLS. “I said I don't want……”

Each with flesh inside however, one piece of flesh is clearly a lot bigger than the others and when Christie looks at me confused I simply tell her that I wanted him to feel extra pain. The elder takes us into his backyard and what he has set out looks a little bit like a seance with an altar in the middle. It’s not what I expected, however I do have a good feeling about what I am trying to do. I pull out the spell book that I have been putting together with a few spells from the archives and a couple of small spells that I have made up myself then I turn to the page that I hope will break their mate bond and although it’s a spell, I have made up. It also has properties of other spells blend

And there wasn’t any I hadn’t tried. Angry at myself, I hissed and threw the book to a corner, ready to leave. My eyes fell on another book down the shelf, hidden carefully away from view. I leaned over and brought it out. Dusting away the dirt on it, I glanced at the book. Its cover was black leather, etched with sigils that pulsed faintly as if alive. “Spell of forbidden magic,” I read out loud. Dark magic. Forbidden magic. It was the same kind of spell I was sure Darius used on me.

Just yesterday, I was happy, living a perfect life with the man I loved. “Aria? Are you listening to me?” Caelum’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I look at him, startled. He touches my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. “We’re here.” “Oh, right. Great,” I mumble distractedly. Without saying another word, I head straight to the castle library. My focus is on finding anything about binding spells. Hours pass, but I lose all sense of time. My mind is buried in words and symbols, and only my determination keeps me alert. But then, a strange sound makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I threw on a coat, stepped out into the cool mountain air, and headed toward the pack’s library. The library was dark and silent, its massive shelves casting long shadows across the stone floor. I grabbed a lantern from a nearby table, its soft glow illuminating the spines of countless dusty books. “Where do I even start?” I muttered to myself. “Look for records of memory spells,” Nora suggested, her voice cautious. I scanned the shelves, running my fingers over faded titles until one caught my eye: Binding and Breaking: The Mysteries of Memory Magic. I pulled the book down and flipped through its pages, the words blurring together in my rush to find something—anything—that might explain the

The handwriting was cramped but legible: “The spellbook Elijah brought me is fascinating. Ancient magic, powerful. I’ve never seen anything like it. Most of it is beyond my understanding, but there are sections I can translate. I think I’ve almost cracked it… There might be a way to lift a mate bond after all…” My heart raced as I flipped through the remaining pages, searching for more information, but the rest of the journal was blank. This was her last entry. I looked around the desk more carefully now, searching for the spellbook itself. It wasn’t there. Not on the desk, not on the surrounding shelves. I checked drawers, looked under papers, even felt around the edges of the desk for hidd