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I go to the library where I see Abner Brooks. “Ahh, young Morgan, I’m not surprised to see you here.” He gives me a genuine smile. “I came to look for books on word alchemy, I’m not sure what or if they have any here.” “They do,” He bobs his head in thought, “Not a whole ton but Bear Clans are very spiritual and keep many records of Witch Alchemy.” He leads me to a section in the back and shows me a bookshelf of old and dusty books that look like they haven’t been touched in centuries. If at all. “Knock yourself out, let me know if I can be of any help.”

The title sent shivers through me: 'Dark Powers, Secrets of the Werewolves'. I opened the book, and a strange glow emanated from the pages. I felt a sudden jolt, like a surge of electricity had passed through me. The room began to spin, and I fell to the ground, the book slipping from my grasp. As I struggled to get up, I heard the old woman's voice, urgent and worried. 'Ryker! Ryker, what's wrong?' She rushed into the room, her eyes scanning me frantically. Then her gaze fell upon the book, and her expression changed to one of alarm. 'Oh, no. You shouldn't have touched that.'

There were no familiar titles, though there were some that were close. “Is that so? I have been reading the same books over and over again. Anything other than what I already have would be nice.” “Couldn’t you have just asked anyone to get some for you?” Matthew asked while taking out a comic from the shelf. It was titled: Witch of The Red. “All of these were gifts from some friends, or an offering by the clan leaders on my birthday. I don’t know what’s a good read these days, so I never asked anyone.” Cobalt sat down at the table, watching Matthew browse through the book he was holding.

I whisper, unsure if she can hear me in her unconscious state. I take the book from her arms and open it. I skim through it, anger boiling in me as I read it’s entries. This is why Alpha Jake wanted the book. He wants that potion, meaning he is working with dark witches. I turn to the back of the book and find there are some pages stuck together. I carefully pull them apart and my eyes widen with surprise.

She raises her hand high to the sky and a black dust hurl in circles in her hand, materializing into a large book with covers made of skin and leather. “What is it?” I asked. “My book,” the White Witch answered plainly. “It gave me some insights on what sort of magic we are dealing with.” The White Witch wondered off into the forest again, reading. “Where do you think she is off to now?” Conrad asked. “I don’t know,” I replied. It was getting cold but cold was nothing to wolves especially under the full moon. “What do you think she mean by ‘intriguing and shocking at the same time’?” I asked Conrad.

“See… I have good ideas too.” Ivy smiled and elbowed him. ⸻ The library was silent in that thick, sacred way only old libraries could be. Dust floated in shafts of evening sunlight. Rows upon rows of books towered around them, heavy with secrets. Kyle picked up a dusty tome titled “Herbal Remedies and the Curse of the Alder Witches” and flipped it open. “I think this one just tells you how to make soup that kills people slowly,” he muttered. “Useful for finals week,” Ivy said, scanning her own book.

I realize tears are streaming down my face and I wipe them with the sleeve of my shirt. “What did you need these for?” Andrew asks before handing the list to James. I throw my hands up in exasperation. “Because I am part fucking witch and I need to learn how to control my powers, or I am going to blow up the whole fucking pack. But there is only one book about witches, and it is a children’s book, and it is checked out.” James kicks his feet up on the bar, “Which children’s book?” “The Werewolf and the Witch, or something like that.” I mutter.

“Well here are a few tips for you. One, you can’t look hideous on Christmas Day. Meaning that you can’t meet baby Jesus when you’re looking like someone hit you with a sack of potatoes. Two, you need to be very proactive. You’re gonna be saying a lot of Merry Christmases. It would hurt but it’s worth it. Jesus is worth the pain Three, only good thoughts on Christmas day. That means you’ve got to keep the devil and whatever comes with it out of your mind. Four, be nice to everyone even your enemies. If my grandma holds your hands tomorrow, don’t fall for it. It’s just for the show. Five, make sure you eat a lot. Christmas ain’t Christmas without feasting Crinka so be sure to enjoy it.” “I wil

I flipped the second page open and began reading. “After finding his mate and claiming her as his, the alpha moved to make it known under the crimson moon.” Though I had a foggy mind while reading the first sentence, my mind put the words together to make sense. This was a werewolf lore book just like the ones I’ve devoted myself to reading in the last week, but unlike those, this was a children’s book. I snapped it shut, got up, and hurried away from Zion’s room. I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed.

Whiskey + friends + secrets = big trouble coming, I literally saw her smirk. I walked down the dark hall to Jaxon’s room. The door creaked like it was laughing at me. I dropped to my knees, stuck my hand under the bed, and felt around. Bingo! An old school book with the middle cut out like a bad spy movie. Honestly I was dumb founded though, I had only watched these in movies and then read them in books. All these colleges from and movies from the earlier generations, life with boys, maybe It wasn't that bad, any way in side was a bottle of whiskey, golden and sloshing. My wolf perked up more, like “Ooh, what’s that?” I told it to calm down. “ Calm down girl I hate how you just get so curios