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I said, and he took it all in. We stopped at the most ancient area of the library. “Alright, magical scrolls and legendary objects.” I sighed. This was trying to find a needle in a haystack. “Let´s see...” I said, pulling books about general objects and opening the index, searching for only one word, ´compass´. I retrieved about five books and placed them in Zane´s arms. The books were heavy, old, and musty, yet Zane carried them as if they weighed nothing. I have never asked him, but now I wonder how strong he is.

Zane flushed, realized he’d made noise in front of literally everyone important, and then, to his credit, did not back down. He squared his shoulders. “No,” he said again, louder. “No one’s taking her blood to feed to a hole in the world. I don’t care what ‘old book says.’” Melody blinked. Heather smiled slowly. “Ohhhh,” she whispered, delighted. “Zane. I did not know you had a spine. I like you now.” Zane scowled. “I’ve always had a spine.” “You’ve always had a pretty spine,” Heather corrected. “This is new. I’m proud. Continue.”

One day when the heavens would be so kind to him again and send back Jay to his side. “Mr. Frost.” Zane’s thoughts were interrupted by Ryan’s gentle knock. “You have a meeting in ten minutes. Do you want me to reschedule it?” Ryan, having worked closely with Zane for so long, knew that his boss was lost in his thoughts. “No. Let’s go.” He went to the meeting, yes. But Zane’s mind was far from what was going on. It had been wandering since six years ago, when he was first met with darkness.

Zane’s POV “Fair,” I said, crossing my arms. “But why would I believe a lowlife wretch? You might have torn those pages just to provoke my Alpha or trigger our curiosity. There's a chance there's nothing in them at all.” Eryndor met my gaze, and despite the blood crusting at the corner of his mouth, he managed something close to a smile. “Go fuck yourself, Zane. That won't work on me either. I'm the only one who read those books, and I'm the only one who knows what was in them.” His voice cracked. “Even if I lose my mind, I won't give you a damn thing.”

Reaching for his office phone, Zane dropped the booklet on the table and called his secretary, saying, “Emily, can you structure my schedule for the next two weeks and make a call to Mrs. Miller, Mr. Carter, Mr. Anderson, Mr. Hernandez, Mr. Clark, and Mr. Murphy, booking an appointment with the six of them on different days-“ “You didn’t check out the booklet, Sir? Mrs. Miller, Mr. Carter, and Mr. Anderson have already reached me this morning, wanting to book appointments to see you.” Emily interrupted. Reaching for the booklet, Zane opened it, and there on the second page the three names were written neatly along with most of the other NewEra clients that he intended to approach too after t

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

Even finding it the right thing to be done. Ren was currently sleeping under a tree with half a pitcher of lemonade to the side. Zia was drawing not to far away of the battle between the Western Empire and the 11th Army of the Empire. Felicity was reading a few medical books on old Alchemy with Elder Tani who was showing a little more into her pregnancy. A very happy Zero and Lan Su were reading on baby care as well. Jackson and Mo Lan just enjoyed each other's company looking at the sky.

Zane was quiet. "He's not the enemy," I said. "He's going to think he is, for a while. He's going to try to be, probably. He's going to come here eventually and stand at the boundary and try to be the obstacle." I paused. "But he sent the book. He found the locked room and he opened it and he sent it to me." "People can be both things," Zane said. "Yes," I said. "They can." I looked at the fire.

ZORIANNA'S POV With a sudden determination and a new zeal, I turned around, removed my hands from my hoodie pockets and pick up my bag from the rock. With a satisfied smile, I quickly ran to the nearest bookstore. An hour later, I was seated on my bed staring at the pretty girlie journal I got today, I decided to pen down something before leaving the hostel. Thankfully my bunkie wasn't around so I have all the privacy I wanted. I was already dressed for my journey and have already sorted out my travel box and school bag.

AMBER POV. (Pg 13) I stretch my arms across my body as we walk through the grassy field in front of our cabin. I feel completely drained. I argued with so many wolves today that my throat is sore. You would think they would accept my decisions as their Goddess, but mistrust was definitely evident today.