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Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

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The ache in my heart turns to butterflies in my belly. There’s a rickety stool outside the den with a book sitting on it, a paperback that’s gotten soaked and dried at least once, opened like a fan. A bookmark made of braided grass is tucked between the pages. He reads? What is he reading? My wolf can’t read. All she can do to satisfy my curiosity is sniff the pages. They smell like they’ve been dew-dampened and baked in the sunshine many, many times. She bumps it off the chair with her enthusiasm, and Justus rescues it from the ground.

Jake insisted. Then it clicked. Ameris was a witch and as a witch, she has the power to do all things, especially as an ancestral one. Which means that this book's content must be concealed! "Jake, that's it!" I burst out, momentarily startling Jake, who gave me a frown of confusion. "I can use a spell to open it. I'm pretty sure Ameris used a concealing spell on this book, so I'm gonna try and break it," I finished, clutching the book tightly.

"Listen to me and drink from my cup of wisdom. You can either be a witch or a werewolf. Never both.” A humorless chuckle escaping my lips. The book must stay. "Tell me more." I inclined my head to the sprawling view of Silverstone Estate just beyond my window. "Burn the book." She said it again, and I nearly lost it. "What is your infatuation with the book?!" I groaned, my fingers knotting into my hair as I dragged them tight against my scalp. A restless, violent static crawled beneath my skin, making my hands twitch and curl as they desperately hunted for something, anything to grab, to smash, to tear apart.

Rearranging the books, I found a small brown book wedged behind them, but it didn’t have a title or seem to belong to the library. While putting the library books up, I took the unmarked book and opened the cover to see if something was inside to help me figure out where the book went. The cover had nothing, so I flipped the page and saw it was a journal. The handwriting looked familiar as if I had seen it before. Flipping the pages, I skimmed the contents and saw that it discussed microchips. It was also about changed wolves. I took the book to the loft to find out if it was related to the same thing I wanted to create.

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

He tried to read the titles of the books with his head to the side. She smiled, bookworm didn't quite fit his image, but it suited him. ‘Esmee is figuring out if there is also crocus in our version of the elixir,’ she said. ‘Crocus increases libido.’ ‘I never needed that,’ growled Raven from above.

He continued toward the bus, climbing the stairs, leaving Ellie to stare after him in surprise. Ellie climbed back on the bus, avoiding Jake's gaze and finding her seat in the last row. She pulled out her chips, opened the bag, and put her headphones back in. Her mood hadn't improved much so she found a new classic audiobook. Ah, yes, there it was, Dickens always had a dreary narrative to fit her mood, a perfect fit following her upsetting realization that she would quite literally never escape the world of wolves. She turned the book on and stared out the window:

“Mommy, please. Just one word?” Hudson knelt in the dirt, smoothing Madison’s hair. He knew he couldn't hide the truth from the girl. “Madison, your mother’s wolf is very tired. A bad person used a trick to make her spirit go to sleep for a while. She knows you’re her pup, but she’s lost her voice in the woods. You have to be her guide now, okay?” Madison sniffled, nodding bravely. She didn't fully understand "neurotoxins," but she understood being tired. “Okay,” she whispered. “It’s like when I had the swamp-fever and didn't want to hunt or play.”