“You really like books, huh?” Roman asked.
I nodded. “It’s been a while since I visited a library, and I don’t read as often as I used to, but books will always be fascinating to me. The words paint a picture most minds could never imagine. They keep our ancestors alive. They help people escape. They bring hope when there is none.”
“I mostly just thought they were to help people go to sleep,” Roman said, and I jerked around intending to only glare at him. Instead, I accidentally elbowed him in the stomach and played it off as if I’d meant to.
“Don’t disrespect books,” I said before moving down the shelves.
There were only wolf-related books in this section. Most of the spines were titled East Pack and then a year ranging from 1803 until 2005.
“Do you guys not update the books anymore?
