My Secret Wolf King
Just as I thought, there was something hidden inside: a small, leather-bound book.
Frowning, I picked it up and flipped open the cover. “Property of Emilia,” it read in looping handwriting. “Darren, if you’re reading this, KEEP OUT!”
I hesitated, my fingers brushing across the words. I knew I shouldn’t do what I was about to do. I already felt like I had crossed some unspoken boundary just by stepping inside this room.
But something gnawed at me, that same pull that had led me to this room in the first place. Before I could talk myself out of it, I carefully opened the diary and began to flip through the pages.
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