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Its stone walls and tall windows gave it an almost cathedral-like appearance, and inside, the smell of aged paper and ink filled the air. Fatima and I wasted no time. We dove into the shelves, pulling out books about werewolves, local legends, and anything remotely connected to monsters. The hours ticked by, and the pile of books around us grew taller, but our frustration mounted. “Nothing,” Fatima muttered, slamming a book shut. “There’s nothing about deformed humans or monsters. It’s like we’re chasing shadows.” I rubbed my temples, exhaustion threatening to overwhelm me. “Maybe we’re looking in the wrong place. There has to be something—there’s always something.”

It’s like my own personal heaven. I walk slowly between the rows, dragging my fingers along the spines of the books. Some are new. Some are so old their titles have faded off completely. I find books on werewolf history, on herbs and healing, on the different bloodlines of the kingdom. I even find one that looks like a cookbook, filled with strange ingredients I’ve never heard of. I lose track of time flipping through them, sinking into a worn leather chair near the center of the room. The quiet is peaceful. So different from the chaos outside these walls.

I excitedly rushed to the history section and climbed up the ladder to search through the books at the top. The whole place smelled like books– some old, some new, and some dusty and musty. I inhaled sharply, my heart racing. I think I found something else that I could do in my free time. If the former Luna would allow, I would like to come over and do some reading. Of course, just the fiction section. I’m no academician to be reading about science or other boring stuff. We kept searching for some time. Since we didn’t know the name of the book we were looking for, we had to quickly browse through the pages of each book that talked about werewolf history.

There were different sections of books and each had a long wooden ladder for when you wanted to get the books at the top. This was another form of paradise. If this was full of romance books, I could live and die in here. The whole place smelt of books and it teased my nostrils. I let out a sigh and went to the section I was looking for. The history section. Climbing the ladder, I went row by row searching for one particular word and voila, curses! I found it. It wasn’t easy though. I had to skim through all the books in that row to find something about the curse of the moon and when I did, I was somewhat exhausted since I had not really rested after what we did last night.

"Books, they are our only hope now." He said, "books? What do you mean by books are our only hope?" I asked, demanding an explanation to clear out the confused soul that was sinking in my brain. "What I meant was, historical books and pamphlets any book that has extraordinary things attached to it. We have to try to lay our hands on it. It's the only way out of this hook we found ourselves. We just have to keep calm and get everything right, scrutinize and define every hidden term in every nook we get. I'm sure we'll get something. Nick said, and I was mind-blown. "So do we go to the libraries to get started!?" I asked. "Obviously yes, anywhere with books I'm sure we'll find something soon.

‘Fifth shelf down the left, should be on the lower rows. Good, I didn’t have to get on a rolling library ladder. For a wolf who could climb, those things scared the sh*t out of me. I went there and searched these same rows but I couldn’t find it. D*mmit. KATRINA Looking for one book among thousands was strenuous and especially when the so-called sections had mixtures of other genres. The sections weren’t even sections anymore! Only luck could help us now. “Anyone looking for a grimoire?!”

"Word of advice? The good stuff isn't kept with the dusty old books." Before I could ask what she meant, she was gone. Disappeared into the shadows like she'd never been there at all. Who the hell was that? I shook my head and went back to searching. I didn't have time for mysterious women with probably glowing tattoos. Hours passed. My eyes burned from reading by candlelight, but I kept going. Most of the books were about pack laws and territory disputes. Nothing helpful. But then my fingers found something different. A thin book wedged between two larger ones.

He asks, and I purse my lips, not sure if I should ask about the golden wolf to a stranger. “Do you have any books by Albert Windshion?” I ask, and he starts typing the name into his computer, then smiles. “Yes! Follow me.” He says and we all do. He leaves us with the books, and I look through them, then look at Issac. “Are there any here that we don’t have?” I ask him and he looks through them and shakes his head. “No, I’m pretty sure we have all of these.” He says.

The dim, golden light from the chandeliers above created pools of light and shadow, adding to the library’s timeless atmosphere. I searched diligently, combing through the aisles dedicated to ancient mysteries and the occult. The titles were intriguing yet obscure, written in languages I could barely decipher. Just as despair began to settle in, my eyes caught sight of a section labeled "Ancient Mysteries of the Wolf Race." My heart leaped with hope as I approached the section, quickly pulling out a few volumes.

she gives me a warm smile and just shakes her head before she nods and turns back to placing the books on the shelves. I quickly come across a book on bonds, but it takes me ages to find one about demons. I search through every book and shelf until, finally, at the very top, I spot a small, extremely dusty book. Although it doesn’t explicitly say “demons,” its title, “Monsters of Our World,” is the closest I can find.