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A shutter travels up my spine as I try not to think about which one of my mates she may have been involved with before I came along. I stare at the search bar on the library computer, and I wonder if the searches are tracked. I scan my card with the reader and type ‘witches’ into the search engine. I watch as the little blue circle in the center of the screen circles around and around, before only one book shows up on the screen. It is a children’s fictional book call The Werewolf and the Witch, and it is checked out. I blow out a deep breath and tap my long nails on the desk beside me. Clearing the search, I try ‘supernatural beings.’ Several different titles pop up, but they are all listed

It was like searching for a needle in a haystack, and with every passing minute, the urgency only grew. But then, as I was about to give up for the night, something caught my eye—a small, weathered book tucked away on the bottom shelf. Its cover was faded, the title barely legible, but there was something about it that drew me in. I carefully pulled it from the shelf, the pages brittle and yellowed with age. The title read, *The Lost Chronicles: A History of the Ancient Magics*. My heart raced as I opened the book, scanning the pages for anything that might be relevant. It wasn’t long before I found a section that made my breath catch in my throat.

“Awesome.” Ethan went for a shower and I sat back down at the computer and researched the books that I found in the library the night before and I started looking through everything and cross referencing with other books. So I could try and figure out what some of these books were talking about. A lot of them were confusing. When Ethan got out of the shower, he went into the wardrobe to get dressed. “Ethan. Have you ever heard of something called ‘The Harvest’?” I asked. “You mean, like farmers?” He asked.

In fact, I felt guilty, like I had messed up the window. “I guess we have to thank the witches for their amazing powers,” he said. I nod my head, walking to the books. “So, where do we find books about Lux?” I asked. “This library contains books about past alphas and everything they did. I have never come across Lux books,” he said. “So, how do we find it?” I asked.

I said. "Well we are the only Library in the world with books older than time itself, I can help you find it." She said. "It's called the book of secrets, apparently Da Vinci wrote it." I said. I had to lie. I couldn't exactly tell her what I was really looking for. "Ah the book with the alleged secrets about the fountain of youth? Well you are not the first one to look for that book. I will look in the archives if it's there and I'll give you a call." She said with a smile.

If the words had truly vanished, could there be another book? She rose from the chair and carefully returned the worn-out volume to the shelf where she had found it. For a bit, her fingers lingered on the worn cover. Nothing happened. No warmth. No glow. It looked like nothing more than an old forgotten book. Adriana let out a slow breath before walking deeper into the library. Her eyes moved from shelf to shelf, searching the faded titles. ~Ancient Kingdoms.~ ~Dragon Clans.~ ~History of the Northern Realm.~

Author's note: Don't forget to check my new books: The Alpha's Third Mistress and The Devil's Obsession. You can use the search bar to check if you somehow can't find them in the list of my books. Enjoy!

Hazel loved this place, its quietude a stark contrast to the bustling city outside. She navigated the labyrinthine aisles, her fingers tracing the spines of well-worn books, her mind already lost in the world of literature. Today, she was on a quest for a first edition of Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice," a rare treasure she'd been hunting for weeks.

A picture of a wolf stared right back at her. Intricately drawn, almost just like the mural of a wolf in the sitting room. It's eyes deep and almost staring right through her. Another book about wolves? Hazel remembered the book she had picked from the library not long before. It was also a book on wolves was it not. The Wolf Within it was called. She had barely bothered to read much about it. But seeing this book too was on wolves. Should that not play any significance?

The windows faced the gardens, and the morning light was golden and warm and poured across the reading chairs like honey. She ran her fingers along the spines. Classics, histories, business books that probably belonged to Alexander. Nothing that looked even remotely interesting. “Where do they keep the fun books?” She moved to a different shelf where the light didn't quite reach. There were older volumes here—paperbacks mixed with hardcovers, spines cracked from actual use instead of just decoration. “This is more like it.” She crouched down, scanning titles. A thriller, a mystery and finally a romance with a cover so embarrassingly dramatic she almost laughed out loud. She reached for it an