37— What!?

He was here at the library, here as though he hadn't overheard the things he had heard, about the vast of allies and the signing of agreements and contracts that went on in the last hour. He saw her as she walked towards her chambers, guards by her side and staff held with a death's grip. She was a fierce warrior and he was attracted to her but he was threatened. Here, he was getting dirt on the were wolves and these guys were pulling on bigger dirt on everybody else, he was not just feeling threatened, he was angry but it was best to strategize what he was going to do. A plan, something that seemed to evade his mind and as he continually read aloud, the names of the aisles that held the books, he was looking for something spectacular, he reached an aisle and the words ' werewolves : the mating season'. He stopped, something about it felt special. **** The smell of the books on their shelves assaulted his nose, he didn't notice how moist they smelled or the ages of dust that had dec