Winona State Library Novels & Stories

"I didn't think you'd come this early. What happened?" "I wanted to surprise you." "Mom!" Nolan called out. I turned to her too "Aunt Leila." "Christy you're early today. But that's good. Very good. Remember I told you we have a werewolf community in Oslow here. Well, I forgot to mention that we have one of the biggest libraries on werewolves." "I'll introduce you to more werewolves in Oslow too. We have books on other supernatural beings too, vampires, witches, fae, elves, and so many other beings in their different realms. We are meeting today. Would you like to come?"

She then proceeds to prepare for breakfast. It is two pm and Wanda has not seen Milos, not even once since she woke up in the morning. She walks around the mansion but does not see him. She decides to visit the Territory Library. Soon, she immerses herself in a whole lot of werewolf history books. She is intrigued by what she reads, and she doesn’t know when night falls. The library never closes, she learns, as the wolves are encouraged to study whenever they choose. Footsteps jolt her out of her research. She turns to see who it is.

Davina's POV It's been a whole week of meetings about what the girls were trying to find in the library, or meetings about their mother's. I went, accompanied by my new 'Luna Squad' to our neighboring pack to search the library there about healer wolves. To say the shock I felt walking into their library wasn't well deserved would be a lie. It was the largest library I had ever seen. It was full of everything you could dream of, three stories of mahogany bookshelves filled to the brim with werewolf and lycan alike history.

The people were writing their story at the Phoenix Center. The library at the Phoenix Center was like the heart of the building. It had arched windows that looked out at the North Slope. The green light from the vineyard poured in. Lit up the shelves. The shelves were filled with books about farming, old legal papers and handwritten notes about the soil. The air smelled like the cedar beams and the coffee that Sarah had brought from the Nairobi highlands.