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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
AURORA'S P.O.V
I delved into the dusty tomes, grabbing any book related to the history of the pack. My eyes scanned the yellowed pages for any mention of the Bloodfang clan. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and forgotten knowledge.
"Nothing's here. This is all a waste." I grumbled, closing another book in front of me for the umpteenth time.
Hours had passed, and I was starting to lose hope. My eyes were already feeling heavy, I yawned out loud. Just as I was about to give up, I sighted something at the far end. I paused in front of a worn section labeled “Pack Archives.” The books here looked like they hadn’t been touched in years. Some had no titles. I scanned the shelves, uncertain what I was looking for, until I noticed something. A small book, hidden among many larger ones. I walked slowly, my heart beating with anticipation as I stretched out my hand and picked it up. It was black, not much bigger than my head, a leather-bound book with a strange symbol etched into the cover. The symbol glowed with a faint, otherworldly light. It looked mysterious, like it held secrets in its pages.
"Please let it's content be useful to me." I raised my head, pleading to the moon goddess.
Slowly and carefully, I opened the book, it had even more yellowed pages that had aged and were very fragile. I gasped, my eyes wide in wonder and I began to read as the pages revealed a hidden history.
The white wolf clan, once a powerful and revered clan, had been wiped out in a brutal purge. No knew what started it, no one could actually explain it. But all of a sudden, they were dying one after the other. Until the day a brutal fight took place, killing the remaining survivors. A clan that had once been indestructible, disappeared in a short span that up till today, no one can speak about it without shivering in fear. My heart pounded the more I read it's content. As I turned to the last the page, the room began to spin.
"What's happening?" I mumbled, trying to steady myself by holding on to the shelves.
I felt myself being pulled out of my body, like a suction force had drawn my consciousness out. I felt myself soar through the pack house corridors, past the many rooms, even Lucian's. Then I found myself standing in front of the pack house, my ethereal form gazing up at the towering structure. The moon cast an eerie glow over the scene, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It wasn't a man or woman, it looked ambiguous with long, black, twisted hair and long nails, it's face twisted in a cruel smile.
"You shouldn't be here, Aurora," it hissed, it's voice dripping with malice.
The black, flowy gown it wore stretched long, covering it feet as it floated in the air. I tried to respond, but my voice was locked. No matter how much I tried to make a sound, it felt like I was making air. Panic flared through my bones. I couldn't even move my body. My body felt like air and at the same time felt as heavy as a log even though it was justy soul for m outside, my physical body was still in the library. I could feel it. But for now....I was trapped.
The figure raised it's hand, and a dark energy like fog and smoke, slithered from its hand and surged towards me. I tried to dodge, but it was too late. The energy struck me, and everything went black.
But a few seconds later, I felt myself materializing somewhere. The smell of smoke and loud screaming made me snap my eyes open. I gasped. Was this another dream? I was floating in the middle of a field, surrounded by trees. The air was filled with smoke and ashes flying around, huge flames danced on the roofs and bodies of the various houses I could see. All around me, people were running and screaming.
"Where...where am I? What am I doing here? What's happening?" I blurted out in shock, not even realizing that I could speak but still couldn't move my body.
I watched helplessly as women and children cried while seeking shelter as they ran. But what they we're running from, I had no idea, not could I see it, no matter how hard I tried. It almost felt like I was being blocked from knowing.
"Who could they be? Who are these people? Why is no one helping them?" I screamed, tears running down my cheeks, balling my hands into fists for my helplessness.
Then I caught it. A brief but full glimpse, some men and women shift into wolves as they ran to save the crying people. White wolves.
I gasped softly, my eyes stark wide as I let my trembling hands hang at my side. Tears filled my eyes in realization.
"My people?" I sobbed out. "So this is how it happened?"
As I stood there taking it all in, I felt something strong yanking me away.
"No!" I cried out. "I don't want to leave. Please. Let me...let me save them."
But my pleas fell on deaf ears, because I was still dragged back, so hard it made my eyes spin. I felt myself being dropped into my physical body. I woke up gasping, my eyes snapping open. I was back in the library, the book still tightly held in my hands. My head pounded as I slowly stood up, my legs trembling a bit. I reached up to find a lump forming on my temple.
What just happened? Was it real, or just a vivid dream?
I stumbled out of the library, my mind reeling with questions and the realization of the suffering my clan has gone through. The hallway was so eerily quiet as I walked, it felt like I was being watched. I approached cautiously, my senses on high alert. Something was off, and I didn't know what.
As I reached for the door handle, a figure emerged from the shadows.
"Please not again." I whispered to myself.