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It wasn’t some printed or typed book—it was handwritten in an old book. And Alex, I slightly read through, so you knew the book was written like the author was telling her life story or experience. “Ray, the book has no copy. It was written in an old book, and it had all the histories of werewolves and vampires and supernatural creatures all together.” Ray seemed to understand everything now. There was a mystery about Kehlani Richardson, Anthony’s sister, and that book would help them uncover how the Blood for Power Ritual works and it may help them in stopping Duke before he succeeds in the ritual.

“The Hollow makes the rules.” Later that night, Autumn sat in the ritual room, the air thick with an unsettling stillness, illuminated only by the flickering candles that cast shaky shadows on the walls. The ancient Book lay open before her, whispering of forbidden knowledge, as she placed the coin delicately at the center of a page, its presence radiating an unnatural energy.

The Binding. A cold sweat prickled my skin as I reached the page. The ritual, fueled by the Awakening's celestial energies, could tether a disembodied soul to a living host. It didn’t mention exactly what happened to the original soul, but I had a feeling that Selene didn’t care either way. This had to be the plan. Blood of same Anchored in light My stomach turned. I pulled out my phone to snap pictures of the whole ritual. If I knew the signs, maybe I could figure out a way to disrupt it. Hadn’t Lucian told me that ritual work was delicate? One wrong thing could change everything.

"Who was here last, huh?" Lucas swallowed and approached Ben. "What does it say, Ben?" Ben frowned, trying to make sense of the writing in the manuscript. "It looks like... it contains instructions on a ritual or some kind of spell to unlock access to secret knowledge. Look at these symbols, similar to the ones we found." They all looked at each other, feelings of nervousness and curiosity mixed together. "I don't know if this is true or just a coincidence," Raven whispered, "but it seems like this is more than just a normal college project."

I picked up another book. The second book I picked, Spells of the Wild: Mystical Incantations for Shape-Shifters," was boldly written on it. Seeing that spell on top of the book piqued my interest. I flipped the first page of the book; it was empty, as was the second page. It was until the last page that I found: do you want to delve into enchantments that blur the lines between human and beast, rituals that harness the magic of transformation, and secrets of the wild waiting to be unlocked? Look for moonlight enchantments. Isn’t this kind of crazy? I had thought I would be able to find something helpful here, and now it was referring to checking for some other book. Where do I find that?

she said with her voice filled with wonder. “What do they say?” I asked, stepping closer. Rachel furrowed her brow as she studied the symbols. “It’s a ritual,” she said finally. “A sacrificial ritual designed to unlock forbidden powers.” My heart sank. “Sacrificial? What kind of powers?” Rachel hesitated. “It doesn’t say exactly, but it’s tied to the liberation of rogues. Something about breaking their chains—freeing them from their cursed nature.” I exchanged a glance with Ardan with his jaw tightening as the implications sank in.

They moved with purpose, each Alpha taking his task seriously, and Laura stayed with the books, reading every word with her fingers and memorizing every detail because one mistake could doom them all. An hour later everything was ready. The chamber had been cleared of furniture, silver dust marking a perfect circle on the stone floor, and ancient symbols covered every surface in careful precise strokes. In the center sat a stone bowl filled with water that glowed with soft light. "The water is blessed," Zephyr said. "It will purify any darkness." Laura nodded. "I need to bathe in it before the ritual begins." "Now?" Dante asked. "The ritual starts at midnight, I need to be cleansed first, th

Now the blade felt too heavy in her palm, like it knew what she was about to do. She whispered the words again, stumbling over the syllables. Latin, maybe. Or something older. The pages of the book she had downloaded were worn from her eyes alone, the ritual translated poorly, patched together from scraps. But it promised one thing: fulfillment. A presence that would answer any hunger she dared name. And God, she was hungry. Very hungry. Very needy.

My fingers lightly skimmed along the spines of the books until I finally found the section I needed. I pulled out a large, dusty tome that looked like it could have been dated a century back. I carefully carried it back over to one of the tables and began searching through it. Blood rituals were not only risky but also insanely picky when it came to the one who would be orchestrating it. Not everyone had the ability to perform said ritual. Those in high positions or with natural power had an easier time carrying out the practice. My eyes gingerly studied all the important markings and memorized the steps.

“You didn’t find anything about shapeshifters in the book.” I hesitated. He was right. But still, “I found something else,” I said slowly. That caught both their attention. “What?” Ragnar asked. I moved to the bed, grabbing the book and flipping it open to the marked page. “This line,” I said, pointing at the strange symbols. “It’s from the ritual. I couldn’t read it.” I looked up at Caleb. “You said you’re versed in knowledge. Do you know what it means?”