Valerie: “You own all these books?” I asked, my eyes widening at the sight of the library. When the man said library, I had to admit, I didn’t expect him to actually have a literal library in this place. “More or less, yes,” he said, making my heart skip a beat as I walked around to see them. “We inherit them from father to eldest son or daughter, mostly the Alpha that is next in line. We keep them safe and add to them. Some even have our family history, our stories, where we came from, how we started. You know, it is always good to hold onto our history when it comes to situations like this one.” “Situations like this one?” I asked, shaking my head in question. “Well, you know, we live in a world that is odd. A lot is changing, and a lot has changed, it is always good to have something to go back to when you find yourself missing home.” He said, and I turned to look at the man. “My father brought these here when we came to Los Angeles. Most are still kept in our family home in Ro
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