The Love of a Werewolf King

Chapter-Three

The following day, Nola returned back to work at the library as usual, the one her Grandmotherworked at many years prior. Nola was the assistant librarian. Her agenda for the day was to sort returned books and place them back where they were. It was one of her favorite duties in the job. Next to reading newly released childrens books to kids on fridays and saturdays.

She believed it to be pleasent, yet therapeutic work, hard at times, sure, especially when of books are returned during the same day. But it calmed her nerves and kept her mind busy from all the worries bundled up in her life, and that was what she really needed, especially at a time like this. 

Lola, hidden behind a gradebook shelf returned the books back to their originally place, meticulously grabbing assorted books from the cart to their rightful place on the shelf. As she worked, Lola heard foot steps approaching from the left. She doesn’t turn around.

“Everything going well over here?” Lola heard Mrs. Peterson, a 52 year old woman say to her left. She was the main Librarian and her employer. She was a sweet lady. Lola enjoyed her company, looked at her as she approached closer. “Yes. Everything’s fine, thank you.” Lola replied, glancing down at her shoes before returning her full focus on her work.

The woman hummed and nodded.

“Have you counted how many books have gone due this week?”

“Eh, Fifteen so far,” Lola grunted, stretching her body to put a book back in the top shelf, and failing miserably.

“Goodness, dear. I’ll get you a lladder,” said Mrs.Peterson walking away from Lola as she continued her … to reach the top.

“I got it,” she says, but look over her shoulder to find her employer already gone. Sighing, she continues.

“I think today is the busies day we’ve had in a few months.” she said, chuckling.

“I remember there was a time this place was swarmed with visitors every day, itching to read and explore a world beyond ink and paper. That was many years agp. Now times have changed.”

But as time went by, the head Librarian, the owners daughter approached her.

In her opinion, it was better to put herself back in a normal life setting than to grieve day and night. In comparison to doing nothing, this was a much better offer. And she preferred to stay as far away from that old house full of wandering. It was a good idea in the end. 

Lola noticed there were fewer people in the library than usual. Not that it was packed with book lovers like a typical wednesday, no. But she remembered more

It was a rustic old haggard building. Small, and appeared like an ancient aftifact.