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Dominic shed a teasing grin and replied slowly, “What exactly are you up to in the library?”
I had my excuse ready. “I want to look into the history of Lycan descendants. With my current situation, it feels prudent to prepare myself mentally for what lies ahead.”
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I exined, striving to keep myposure as calm as a still pond in a storm. I knew Dominic was a master of cunning. When dealing with him, I had to guard my secrets fiercely; one wrong move could spell my downfall. From the moment I had crossed paths with him in the library, I maintained an unruffled facade.
Dominic’s sharp gaze lingered on my face for a few moments before he gave a slight nod, speaking in a tone both knowing and patronizing. “Yes, you ought to learn more about it. Otherwise, you might not even take your own health seriously.”
With that, he turned away, casually thumbing through other books, dismissing me as though I were nothing more than background noise.
I let out a quiet sigh of relief. Atst, he had lost interest. This was my moment. Yet I dared not drop my guard. Carefully, I moved through thebyrinth of bookshelves, scanning the titles as if they held the keys to my fate.
But there was little to be found about the white wolf n. My hope dwindled as I uncovered almost nothing of worth. Just as I was on the verge of giving up, something caught my eye—a weathered, tattered book lurking in the corner. I hesitated for a heartbeat, then, almost instinctively, stepped closer and reached for the tome, its cover cloaked in a thickyer of dust.
The pages, delicate and ancient, whispered as I turned them. After a few flips, I stumbled upon details about the white wolf n hidden within this forgotten volume. Holding my breath in anticipation, I pressed on.
The descriptions left me in awe.
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“The white wolves, a breed of werewolves endowed with remarkable healing abilities, can swiftly recover from grave injuries and even mend the wounds of others. Most astonishingly, until their miraculous healing powers fully awaken, white wolves resemble ordinary gray wolves. In fact, while their powers lie dormant, they are even weaker than typical wolves. Only as their inherent strength begins to manifest does their fur transform into pure white.”
The more I absorbed, the more my astonishment grew.
My astonishment deepened. My own situation mirrored the white wolves’ tale in uncanny ways. Could it be that I truly belonged to their lineage? I bit my lip, fingers trembling with uncertainty, and turned the yellowed pages with renewed fervor. Suddenly, a line struck me like lightning.
“White wolves excel in healing, while the Lycan wolves are celebrated for theirbat prowess. The union of these two ns births offspring of remarkable strength. These children possess intelligence even before birth, capable of perceiving the world and forming a telepathic bond with their mothers.”
My thoughts drifted back to those hazy yet vivid dreams, where the child seemed tomunicate with me on an unspoken level. I clutched the book tightly, the weight of its revtions heavy in my hands. Could I truly be of the white wolf lineage? But how could that be? Weren’t the white wolves believed to be long extinct? If I was indeed a white wolf, how had I ended up in the Dunn family? And if I truly carried their blood, why was I so feeble during my pregnancy?
These questions swirled in my mind like leaves caught in a whirlwind, leaving me disoriented.
“What are you reading?”
Just as my thoughts spun wildly, Dominic’s sharp voice sliced through the air behind me. I jumped, the book slipping from my grasp and hitting the floor with a solid thud. I held my breath, quickly bending down to retrieve it, but Dominic was faster, snatching it up before I could react. His eyes raced over the pages, and then he looked at me with an air of casual curiosity, asking, “Weren’t you searching for books on Lycan offspring? Why are you delving into a book about the white wolves?”
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