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I was left alone in the room so I went out and went to the library to look for signs. The library is too big and there are many few books. I honestly don't know where to start reading. So I picked up a few books about titans all over Wysteria. I know there is something like this in Valeria too but maybe I missed reading something because I just didn't pay attention. I immediately put the book down and started reading. All those listed there are familiar Titans we've met before. I have changed several books but I still can't find anything that can help in finding the clue.

Yet no matter how much I searched and read, none of the books said anything at all about a golden wolf. I stayed in the library for many more hours, moving from shelf to shelf without rest. My eyes hurt badly from reading so much, but I forced myself to continue. Every book I opened was full of facts, stories, and old records. There was so much written knowledge around me, yet none of it gave me what I needed. No matter how hard I searched, the answers I wanted were not there. My strength began to fade, and I felt close to stopping. I was almost ready to accept that I might fail.

I walked in causing me to notice how weird people were glancing at me. I ignored them as I walked to the third section of the shelf arrangement. I noticed the raven-haired lady that sat at the other side of the room. She was looking at me making to throw a smile at her. I started looking through the sections of the shelves for a place that holds anything connected to wolves. I smiled on sighting the section that read ‘Paranormal.’ I began bringing out the books one by one in hope that I find any book relating to wolves. ‘After about five minutes of searching, I couldn’t find anything. I sighed out of frustration placing my palm on my waist in an akimbo. My eyes halted on a book with dark the

The history books only have information of value, so there must have been a hybrid wolf in our history. Scanning the titles we all spread out. There are hundreds of years of history on these shelves. It is a little like looking for a needle in a haystack. After an hour of scouring the books, we realize the information may be a bit more complex to find. “Do you have a registry? Something that has the titles of books with a brief summary on a computer here?” Carleton asks.

The air smelled like old paper and moth balls. “This is the restricted section,” she said, gesturing to the shelves. “Most of these books are centuries old, filled with knowledge that’s been forgotten—or maybe even deliberately hidden. If there’s any information about the spell blocking your wolf, it’ll be here.” We spent the next hour combing through the shelves, pulling down books with titles like Ancient Curses and Their Remedies and The Lost Art of Mating Rituals. More than once Gertrude fell into sneezing fits from the dust, her glasses falling off her face, and the faint scent of mildew was giving me a headache, but we didn’t stop searching.

He asks and I chuckle. "This book is about a war between dragons and shit. It's not like a cook book or a knitting class." I say, chewing on some ice as I type up the description online. "Stop chewing on ice, you're gonna ruin your teeth." Jack barks through the phone, but I ignore him. "Yes or no? I'm sure Mrs. B would just give us the books. You're the one who was bitching that we need to try new things." I say and he groans a little, obviously annoyed by me.

I mumbled with a full mouth. "There's extra in there. Let's keep moving." We turned the corner into another street lined with low brick buildings. One had a dusty window and a sun-faded sign that read Dog-Eared Pages. "This place is a little gem," Robbie said. "If you ever want to read up on modern stuff written for wolves from the old packs—this is where to do it. They even have books on magic you won't find in human shops." That piqued my interest immediately, but—

Alie The invitation says Conversation on Story: Building Worlds for Real Life which is the kind of title that makes you feel smart while you drink tea out of a paper cup and pretend the folding chair isn’t a folding chair. The bookstore is small, all honeyed wood and lamps that try to be kind. Someone strung twinkle lights between nonfiction and essays, like stars got cozy in the ceiling.

At least, not me. The smell of old books hit my nostrils as I trailed my hands on the spines of the books, reading out loud their titles. "What are we exactly looking for?" I asked. "Anything that you think would answer our questions. But remember, don't judge a book by its cover or title. At least try reading the content index or the summary at the back of the book cover." "Thanks." I said with sarcasm lacing my voice tone. It felt like ages, going through myriad books and reading their titles etc. in the dark. I heard Damien plopping on the floor with a loud sigh. I was about to give up as well but then something caught my eye.

When we're on the near of national bookstore, I turn to the both of them. "Wait, before we go home. I just have something to buy here." They both looked at each other before we enter the bookstore. I let them looked for some bag, while I was on the part of the shelves where the books are in. I see first the bunch of those novels about vampires, novels with several erotics content, and then when I slightly kneeled down I was happy to see the lines of books about werewolves. When we're at the cashier, Leticia and Lara's brows lift up when they looked at me.