Scarlet
The library was silent except for the slow flickering of the dim fluorescent lights and the occasional rustling of paper. I went to a library outside the pack territory because none of the books I wanted was accessible to me in my classist pack.
I sat at the furthest corner, hidden between rows of dust-covered bookshelves, my fingers trailing over the worn pages of a thick, ancient text.
My heart pounded in my chest.
The runes were here.
Not just similar ones—the exact ones.
It had taken me weeks of research, digging through old texts that had been forgotten in Silver Hollows, buried under layers of history that no one dared to revisit. Most of the books were useless, filled with poetic nonsense about moon blessings and pack lineage. But this one… this one was different.
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