As soon as he was out of sight and I heard the door closing, I glanced around the living room, hoping to find a book. Something to kill time because I don't want to resort to TV. I don't feel like watching anything right now. I sighed when I only saw a pile of business magazines on the coffee table and an encyclopedia on the shelves. I went to the section of the encyclopedias, knowing it was my last resort in killing time. I don't feel like reading business magazines. As I slid my fingers on the volumes of books to find something interesting to read, a different book was mixed with them. It was not an encyclopedia. And from its title—SECRETS OF TIME, it was a different book looking to be an old one. It was not all, the cover was the eyes of werewolves. My brows furrowed in keen interest as well as something I can't name settling within me. Without thinking further, my hand took out the book and the front cover showed the face of werewolves with its eyes glowing in a golden hue. I br

When we heard footsteps coming from upstairs, the three of us grew quiet and cast an expectant look at the stairs. Jaidyn appeared wearing one of my gray sweatshirts. It reached down to her elbows since it was so big for her. I would be lying if I said I didn't like her wearing my clothes. Her green eyes were gleaming with delight as she walked over to Claire and said, "Claire." Claire shouted, "Jaidyn!" and she got to her feet, hugging her. I stood up so Evan who stood behind Claire. Claire gasped, "Oh my gosh, I miss you!" "We've seen each other yesterday," Jaidyn said, and I found her laughter to be the most beautiful and calming sound. "I don't care," Claire glanced at her mate. "Evan. You know him already" "Yeah" "Hi," Evan moves closer and opens her arms for a hug that Jaidyn warmly returns. If he was an unmated male, I know that whoever the man is will be thrown across the room now. "You're glowing" Claire replied, wriggling her brows. I wrapped my arms around Jaidyn

I strolled inside the library in the town as soon as I parked my car. Our library is so big that even some from nearby towns go there. And for 60 years, it was Mrs. Olga McCain who managed this. It started from her great-grandmother and it was passed on to their family for generations but Mrs. Olga had no child of her own as the man she loved left her for another woman. Since then, Mrs. Olga devoted her life to the library and raising the adopted daughter she had who we found outside of our pack territory. It was me who was supposed to adopt the child but Mrs. Olga offered instead. And I know how that child was the reason Mrs. Olga continue living. As I entered the library, stillness greeted me so was the dim lighting inside. There was no one inside. "Traian" a shaky voice resounded. I nod upon seeing Mrs. Olga in her dark brown long-sleeved dress. Her dark hair turned white due to her age and was pulled back in a neat bun that matched her round and thick eyeglasses. Her hands

When I open my eyes, soft light enters through a little gap in the drapes and slants toward the bed. I'm wrapped up in a cozy down duvet and a nest of blankets. Rolling over, I reach out to him with my arms stretched out. But the cold material was the only thing I had started to notice. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. He may have left already. My attention was then drawn to a tray that was placed on the nightstand. I went over to it and took the yellow note. I left early due to an emergency meeting I need to attend. If you wish to visit the town today, Cayden will fetch you. Enjoy your breakfast, beautiful. I will meet you later. Traian My lips curled into a soft smile as I read the message. My stomach started to grumble as soon as I opened the lid and saw the trout toast with scrambled eggs and sliced strawberries. I brewed a coffee for myself and ate the meal before getting in the shower. For some reason, I felt so good and relaxed today. Perhaps as a result of my peaceful sleep.

I stood up and walked over to the part on the physiology and background of animals. I peruse the titles as my hands slide across the hundreds of volumes that are lined up. I took out every book I could find that discussed wolves. Instead of bothering to carry the books to the table, I just sat down on the floor with them at my side. When my stomach started to grumble, I had not even finished half of the books I had gathered. It was already 1 o'clock in the afternoon when I looked down at my watch. I shall starve to death before I learn even the most basic information about shifters. I placed the books neatly back on the shelves. When I was in college, I had experience working as a library assistant. And one of my responsibilities was returning borrowed books. After finishing, I grabbed my bag and made my way to the door while keeping an eye out for Mrs. Olga. I didn't find her, though. When I went outside, the sun hit me right away. At this time when the sun is high, the sun rays