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I let out a nervous chuckle, clearing my throat. “Well… something like that. We were hoping you might help us answer some questions about werewolves,” I replied. Professor Kira’s eyebrows shot up, a spark of intrigue glinting in her eyes. “Werewolves, you say? How interesting.” I glanced over at Lyra, signaling that it was her turn. She leaned forward. “I’ve read your book ‘The Creatures beyond us’, and I have to say, you’re a phenomenal writer. I thoroughly enjoyed it,” she complimented, her voice brimming with admiration.

“And how, exactly, do you know these specialized methods of dream infiltration, Elf?” Xander shrugs carelessly, flashing that lazy, confident grin of his. “I’m incredibly well-read, Wolf. I spent a few decades loitering around the Citadel library in the elven kingdom. You’d be genuinely surprised what forgotten texts and specialized grimoires people leave lying around in libraries of infinite wisdom.” I roll my eyes at his display of arrogance, but I don’t miss the sharp, silent warning look Valen shoots his way. “Alright, enough of this pointless banter. We are burning valuable moonlight,” Valen says curtly, turning his focus back to me. “We should attempt this immediately, before the night

“What? You’re the one who always chooses the hard way out of everything! I thought I’d suggest the easy way for once.” I swat her arm, but a reluctant smile tugs at my lips. “You’re impossible.” “I know,” she says, still grinning. She leans over and grabs a worn, leather-bound book from the table, handing it to me. “That’s why I stole this for you. It’s about turning into a wolf naturally as a human, without being marked. I think it might help.” I take the book, running my fingers over its cracked cover, its weight unfamiliar but oddly comforting. “Thanks, but I’m not sure I want to become a wolf. Not yet.”

And the pond. Sighing, she slipped farther down into the cushions of the couch, lifting the book to cover the cheeks she knew were flaming from the memory. She didn’t know how much of her body he’d seen, but it was so very improper. Yet, why did she receive flutters in her stomach every time she thought about how he wanted to take a bath with her and wash her body? Loud footsteps echoed in the corridor outside the library and she straightened to see who was coming to invade her private time. When Rebecca and Anna walked through the door, Emmie sat up straight and slipped back into her role.

Did the candles clean the books without stress? Wow! Her fingers moved through the werewolf books that seemed to be about mating. She chuckled slightly. Werewolves did like love more than was normal. She slightly wondered how they really lived with rejection. Hearing of the outcomes was different from experiencing it personally. Clarissa walked over to the other shelf adjacent to the one she had seen the mate books. That was when she saw a particular book that was green and had a keyhole. She shifted the candle on it and noted that it said, ‘Understanding the war between the werewolves and witches’ in bold red letters. She felt like her body was pulling in different directions, and the desir

She told herself the faint tingle was her imagination, just as the hot dreams she’d been having the past few nights had been nothing more than memories of her girlish rescue fantasies with the temperature turned up by her adult experiences. She traced the raised lettering. A version of Red Riding Hood with the wolf as both sinner and seducer and the woodsman as the hero who saves the girl and takes her away from her old life to a new, better one. Seeing the book, touching it made her mother feel closer than she had in years. Even if it turned out to be just a copy, it was worth whatever she had paid.

“They knew what they were doing. But maybe-maybe, they used potions. Would they risk the easiness of runes? If I had them all, they-they would be so easy. But potions… they are all around but so, so, hard to manufacture…” I shifted my focus to the unsteady stack of books on the table and saw one on top with a red decorative cover that was so hard to comprehend but the image of red horns, which were in a deeper color, was easy to decipher. The title said; WOUND (Wolves Understanding of Demons) I was so shocked by that last word that I whispered out, “Demons?” The Zeta froze and I cursed, hiding myself behind the bookcase again. Escaping would be impossible because he’d see me running out of t

Grandma almost dropped dead on the spot. At twelve, my grandma thought it would be a great idea to send me to the academy to learn. Well. I accidentally unleashed a cursed trinket and set half the school's statues stomping around the courtyard. After that, my grandma essentially kept me confined to the grand estate. I fell hard for books around that time, and the thrill of reading about another world was irresistible. The library became my second home. Then the High Witch decided to send me to Duskreach almost a month ago.

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And the book… the book calls to her, whispers to her, its voice a seductive murmur in the back of her mind. With a deep breath, Demika opens the book. The pages are yellowed with age, the ink faded but still legible. The writing is in an ancient script, one that she has only seen in the oldest of the Wiccan texts. But as she scans the pages, the words seem to rearrange themselves before her eyes, transforming into a language she can understand.