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I begin to skim through the book, never minding the dirty less-than ideal reading environment. A chapter catches my eye, one that speaks about how alpha blood binds scent and spirit, how proximity strengthens emotional pull. It has an illustration of a weird diagram in it that I can’t quite understand, but I’m pretty sure that it has something to do with… rituals? My eyes narrow down at the word. One passage details a cleansing ritual said to weaken bonds formed without consent. I read faster, eyes hungrily searching for specifics, anything actionable, when I hear the sound of footsteps behind me.

It was a perfect match. Hand shaking, she read the complete text for the first time. It was all in Latin, and the words lined up perfectly. She read the ritual again and again. As she did, she felt in every pore of her body that this was genuine. For the first time, her heart filled with hope. Here it was, right before her eyes. A way to save her daughter. With a twinge of guilt, Caitlin delicately tore the half page out of the book, placing it in her folder with the other half of the page. She set the book down, picked up her bag, and hurried across the room to the stone wall, banging on it.

“You’re playing with something you don’t understand.” The voice wasn’t Kael’s this time. It came from the doorwaysoft, tired, and all too knowing. Rory. She looked pale, shadows bruised beneath her eyes. “That book smells like death.” “Most useful things do.” “What are you doing with it?” I paused, then smiled. “Reading.” “Liar.” She stepped closer, her look hard. “You think I don’t know what that is? The Rite of Reclamation. It’s banned even among your kind.”

Without realising it, I dropped a book, scattering its contents. “Damn it!” I quickly tidied it up, but one of the pages caught my eye. A ritual symbol, just like the one Red had drawn, was there. “Could this be…” I read it carefully; the text was in a foreign language, and I didn’t understand a word of it. But the same ritual symbol, couldn’t I try to recreate it here? I got up, locking the door from the inside before Alaric realised I’d been in here for quite some time. You must try the ritual now.

And it was then that the name of the ritual echoed in my skull like a curse. The Rite of Dominion. They were performing The Rite of Dominion.

All manner of weird items such as wands, amulets, funny little dolls, jars of unidentifiable items and even skulls of very weird animals which Tara couldn't tell if they were real or not. The whole place was freaking her out and rain or not she decided to leave. But as she passed the last shelf before the door a book caught her eye. It big gold letters on the plain black leather cover was the title 'Sex Rituals in Black Magick'. She giggled quietly maybe it was just a strange porn shop after all. Still her curiosity had been awakened so she picked the book up.

If there was a way to free a soul from a crystal prison, it would be in these books. My hands trembled as I flipped through pages. The smell of old paper and dust filled my nose, making me want to sneeze. Moonlight—purple and strange—filtered through my window, giving me just enough light to read by. Come on, come on, there has to be something— There. Page 247 of “Forbidden Rites of the Shadowlands.” A chapter titled “Soul Restoration: Reversing Crystal Imprisonment.” I scanned the words quickly, my heart sinking with each line I read. The ritual was dangerous. Incredibly dangerous. It required blood magic, sacrifice, and a piece of the caster’s own soul.

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Lucian urges me, and I nod. My power has heightened enough from whatever is happening that I won't have an issue with energy. It's following the prayer back to the mortal realm that always gets me. My mind always gets lost or even stuck. Lucian says it's because the wolf praying doesn't have enough faith. He thinks that if the prayer isn't strong enough, I can't follow it. But I am not sure. A wolf that prays to me has to be a wolf with faith because not all wolves pray anymore.

Dark magic indeed, but I had come too far now to falter. With an apologetic whisper to any watching ancestors, I poured the substance across the safe's surface, completing the blasphemous ritual step-by-step just as Fox commanded. The engraved dragons appeared to twist and grimace in the flickering shadows. An agonizing minute crawled past. Then the sealed door swung open silently on oiled hinges. Shock rooted me in place briefly before I darted inside, scanning the shelves frantically. There, dusty and unremarkable - the Book of the Forgotten. Lore banned for the prophecies of chaos it contained. Exactly as promised.