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“You can’t, all your books are on the floor.” “What crazy talks are yo spewing now, there’s nothing,”— he made swift movements with his hands and my locker opened. All my books came pouring out. I stretched my hand in front of me pushing him away till he landed on his butt. He is so rude. I didn’t realize immediately that Theodore didn’t touch the locker or the books. Neither did I realize that I didn’t touch him. “Oh shit.” The books I managed to gather fell to flow. “Oh shit is right.” Theodore forced out, looking as startled as I felt.

he teased. I chuckled, feeling another emotion besides the usual pain that clouded my mind after every practice. “What do you want Radek,” I sighed, feeling the wave of tiredness wash over me. “So I found a book, not as good as Hamlet, would you like us to talk about it?” I yawned, “What book is that?” “I won’t tell you the name until you agree to listen to me rant about the book,” he said. I had two options; end the call and dwell in the darkness, or listen to him talk about a book I may or may not have read.

“Plus, this. Gotta walk the talk.” The book title was: How to Be an Effective Secret Lover. Serena laughed her heart out. She was so amused her eyes watered. “Seriously, you need a guide for that?” “I like to be thorough,” Nathaniel seriously said. “This… is uncharted territory.”

She took the glass in one sip and passed it without making a gesture through the drink, which looked like liquid fire. “It's something I read in a book called “I fell in love with my guru”, From the title, I assumed it was a love novel, and in part it was, although it also had themes of self-help and spirituality. In one part, he explains that people are like magnets and that they attract things.” He filled the glasses again and looked at the bottle that was about to be empty.

The kind of man who could make control look like an art form. Meanwhile, I was anything but composed. Gavin spoke, his voice even and smooth — that practiced, unshakable tone of a man who could lecture in a warzone without raising his volume. His words were precise, deliberate, and, God help me, boring in the most elegant way possible. He was talking about policy shifts, cultural integration, or something equally soul-numbing, and yet somehow, he made it sound like a TED Talk. I nodded along, pretending to follow, tracing the rim of my glass just to keep my hands busy.

“Suboptimal for intimate conversation. We will take future meals in the morning room or the annex. The data supports it.” Keila, emboldened by the strange new setting, looked at him. “Mr. Luther, what was your favorite room when you were little?” He paused, his fork halfway to his mouth. The question, from his past, in this formal room, seemed to disorient him. “The… the library. It was predictable. The books were in a fixed order. The silence was complete.” “Did you have a favorite book?” “The Way Things Work. By David Macaulay. It presented complex mechanical systems as logical, visual narratives.” He offered a rare, unprompted piece of personal data. “I found it… reassuring.”

When we are done, we clean up and get dressed. “Bill says the kids are home from school and in the den, watching Frozen,” Ted tells me. I look around for his phone or something, he smiles again. “I use mindlink,” he tells me and taps his head. “I can communicate with my pack in our minds.” “Wow,” I say and finish getting ready. “Hey, can I become a werewolf?”

Now your turn”. “I do not know how to call, or the names of the books I want to read”, I heard my voice, barely a whisper. He chuckled again, whilst my cheeks burned red. “You do not need to know any such detail. Simply think of what you wish to learn and what you need – the books will present themselves to you” he instructed. “You speak of them with care. As if they are .. alive????”, I looked at him puzzled. “They are. They magic within them maybe ancient, but it is alive” he said looking at the book, caressing its covers gently as if it was a child.

I started with encyclopedias, and guides on wolfs, and training, and ended being a passionate reader of books and novels. “Black tea for my dear nephew,” Ted put an old porcelain cup on his desk. “Thank you,” I kindly accepted it and took a sip. “To what do I owe the honour of your visit?” Ted widely smiled. I kind of felt bad because I rarely visit him. I have always been the worst at socialising with my family. I stared at him nervously and gathered my courage to tell him what I came to the library for. “I need you to tell me about mates,”

I said, grinning from teeth to teeth like a child. We walked into the library. It looked like it had been a while, since it was in use. We went through several sections which included, finance, self-improvement, ethics, business amongst all. I caught a glimpse of a book I had been wanting to read, “Atomic Habits” by James Clear. I picked it immediately, and started going through it. After a while, I noticed I wasn't hearing any sound from the cook. I looked around and found her wiping tears off her eyes with the hem of her apron.