Pack House LibraryThirty-Three: Corbin It seems so weird. To walk through a pack house and for it to be so quiet and empty no matter what time of the day or night it is. Entering the Library, the smell of the books hits me like a ton of bricks. I stop in my tracks, closing my eyes, taking a deep breath feeling the nostalgia take over me. All the memories of the hours I would spend with Eli in this very same library. Reading sharing stories with each other…. Then what had happened in the last two days. How protective of me he has become of me, when he…. When he claimed me as his own. A warmth spreads through me just thinking of it. With a sigh, opening my eyes looking around the room. I decided to go to the left. If I remember correctly, it is where the myths and legends are located. Some would say that all they are is stories to inspire little one’s imagination. Not for us though, not in the Supernatural world. These are our stories about what has happened in
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