Amara
“The last time it was used was a really long time ago. The last bearer of that necklace is someone really familiar to you and the last alpha.”
What did she mean?
She was looking at my coat. “Uh… what is that?”
Oh, shoot!
“It... It’s the books of spells I found here.” Stuttering. “I actually panicked and quickly hid it under my coat. Don’t worry, I’ll return it to the shelf.”
She chuckled. Quickly she leaned close to me and whispered something to my ears. “You can keep it, Amara.”
“Seriously? I can’t even use it.”
“Doesn’t matter, just take it,” she stressed, “it’s actually a spell book for young sorcerers,” further explained. “Obviously, I’m the youngest one here, which means, I don’t need that anymore.” She placed her arm over my shoulder—acted so comfortable. “Let me guess,
