Chapter 132

Ben

I was shaking. Nearly consumed.

There was at least one. Two?

Goddess, could there be all four?

I wait, distracted on the sidewalk and wave stiffly as Lo gets into the back of Charlie’s SUV.

Oh my Goddess. All four? How could any of them, let alone all four, just be casually dumped into a box of old books? There’s no way Lo’s mother even knew what they were. Lo had been complaining these weren’t even her books. But Salindra wouldn’t have carelessly sent these–

Stay calm. Charlie pulls away from the curb, his turn signal blinking.

But there’s no way. How could these books out of the millions across the werewolf Archives and across the country end up here?

My brain is moving at lightning speed, moving through a series of possibilities and posits and cogently sorting through options. It was as if my mind was finally stimulated after two weeks of disuse. I was practically buzzing now. This was better than any type of buzz that bottle upstairs could give me.

How did the Chiyad Archivist