Chapter 58 The Book

(Naomi)

I traced all the symbols on the door of the room onto a piece of paper and went back to my room. The ancient pack house was eerie, filled with shadows that seemed to whisper secrets.

My father’s old book was tucked away in my carry-on bag, a book he insisted I read. It was about blood magic and ancient symbols, something I had always thought of as old legends rather than anything real.

As I settled down on my bed, I pulled the book out, its leather cover worn and cracking. The symbols I had copied from the door earlier that day weighed heavily on my mind. I needed to understand them, to piece together the motive behind their placement. The first symbol I found was one about blocking mind-link, a critical piece of information.

That symbol had been at the center of the door, a clear indication that whoever placed it wanted to disrupt communication among us.

The other symbols were all about the Lycan race, and none of them were positive. It was almost like a tapestry of