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We followed Anna down the aisle between tall shelves, Cole just a step behind me. She led us to a small, secluded room at the back of the library. Shelves lined every wall, crammed with leather-bound volumes and folders in archaic handwriting.
“This is it,” Anna said softly. “Most people don’t get access to these. Be careful with what you handle.”
I nodded as I watched her step back out. The moment she was gone, my eyes were already scanning the titles: Rituals of the Ancient Lycanthrope Lineages, Blood Rites and Ascension Practices, The Hidden Gifts: Manifestation of the Wolf Spirit. My pulse quickened. This might be what I had been looking for—or maybe dreading to find.
Cole cleared his throat. “Take your time. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”
I hesitated for a moment,
