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This journey for Ireland and Oliver is over. Thank you all for your support and love. Below is the first chapter of my book Living With His Mark. This will be Olivia's story. I hope you all enjoy! I will not mark this book as complete until all editing is complete. Chapter One- (Olivia POV)

“Unless you can find a way to switch it off.” “Why did this happen?” I asked. “Why me?” “What exactly did you see?” Marcus asked. He seemed to be the only one interested in my predicament. “The beginning and the end,” I replied. “That makes no sense” Kieran replied gruffly. I sighed. “And you think it does to me?” I asked in anger. “I think I understand it now,” Dominic said and began to pace around. “The Book is called the Book of Untold Story. So,what if all you saw were stories that have not happened yet. Possibilities, like Marcus said.”

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“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

She closed them for a long moment. "He learned it from Cedric." "Yes." "He has been doing it for twenty-one years without anyone to tell him where it came from." "Yes." She opened her eyes. She set her hand over mine on the cup. "I am going to go find Kade tomorrow. I am going to tell him." "Good, mama." "Good." The fourth night, she told me about the book. My father had a favorite book. It had been on his desk in the Ashvale household. It was a small volume of poems by a writer named Olaren the Younger, who had lived two hundred years ago at the edge of the eastern continent and had written about water and waiting.

Like something sacred had been sealed within its pages. She didn’t flip through it. Didn’t scan the dedication or reread the chapters. She just held it. A real, bound version of her pain and her power. Her truth. Owen arrived that evening to find her curled on the couch, the book clutched to her chest like something delicate and holy. “You ready?” he asked softly, crouching beside her. Sophia looked at him, her eyes a little misty, but not from sadness. From stillness.

Her heart swelled with happiness at the sight of shelves laden with books—stories of fantasy and wonder just as she adored. "Oto, thank you ever so much, my wolf! Now I won't be bored even if I have to stay here for an eternity. With you and this library by my side, I'll be content. And if I manage to inform my parents to come for me, all the better. Look at this one, Oto! Wow, I think it shares your name. I'll start with this." "That's my story, Gil," Oto revealed.

"It contains the secrets and stories of our pack, dating back centuries. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed at the book. It seemed to radiate an otherworldly energy, as if the secrets contained within its pages were waiting to be unleashed. Luna reached out a trembling hand and touched the page. As she did, the room seemed to fall silent, as if the very air was holding its breath. Suddenly, the pages began to turn on their own, revealing intricate illustrations and strange symbols. Luna's eyes widened as she stared at the pages, her expression a mixture of wonder and fear. "What is this?" she breathed, her voice barely audible. Damien's eyes gleamed with a knowing light. "This, Lun