New Wolf novel Chapter 113

Queen? And here I thought Luna was bad.

"Yes. What's your name?"

"Sym. I am the Book Keeper."

"Well bookkeeper, I'm having a hard time figuring out how I'm gonna save everybody. I just found out that this war is just around the corner and I don't know what my first move is. If there's anything in these books that can help me in any way, I have to find it."

"Well, you're not gonna find anything in those books."

I gave him a confused look.

"Follow me." He beckoned.

He brought us to the back of the library where most of the old books were. It was barely lit down here so I can see why no one really noticed them.

"Why is it so dark down here?"

"There's a reason Liam knows so much about Tylon. He used to live there. All of these books are the ones your mother gave him when he left. They were sixteen at the time, but even then her premonitions were accurate. She saw this war far beyond its time, and no matter how she tried to prevent it, no matter what ends up happening differently, the outcome was still the same. This book," he pulled from the shelf. "has everything you need to know. Read carefully." He threw the book on my hands.

As soon as my eyes cast onto the pages, it was like a vacuum was sucking me into the story and I became lost to the world. It was as if I knew those people of Tylon, that I felt their pain and happiness all at once, as if I witnessed it firsthand. Sym came down a few times saying Sage was looking for me, and as I ripped through the sandwiches he brought me, I muttered just about any excuse to tell him. No one else can know what I'm doing, cause if they find out the Raider was already here, they'll spook him. I won't have to worry about him coming tonight, though, because in my vision it was still light out. But, the future can always change. If I don't keep an eye on the baby, what's stopping the Raiders from taking her?

*****The sunlight pierced through my lashes and into my eyes at a blinding rate. I opened my eyes and found myself, lying on the floor of the nursery. I took to my feet quickly and headed over to the crib. I had no recollection of how I ended up here, but what I knew was the baby was still there sound asleep.

Azulon was embedded into the inside of the headboard.

"Azulon." I tried the name.

Natural leader

"Of course," I whispered. "just like in the book."

"Hanna?" I heard Sage's voice. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I turned to him. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You were acting weird last night."

"Weird how?"

"Zombified weird. Nobody could find you for hours and when you came back into the room, you took Nichole's baby and locked yourself in the nursery."

"I did what?"

"You don't remember? You kept asking for Vin whenever we try to talk to you. And when Scott tried to take the Azulon back, you almost crushed his hand."

"Did I say why?"

"But at least we can laugh at this some point in the future."

If there even is one.

"Now it's time to get you fed Zuzu." Sage cooed. "Your wolfy stomach must be starving from being held captive by Auntie Hanna all this time."

"Not helping!" I yelled after him.

"Sorry!"

No, you're not. You think this is funny.

So I kidnapped a day old baby. Can't say that this phases me cause my actions lately don't wait for my consent. When I killed those trees, I wasn't in my body. When I saved Troy, I wasn't in my body. When I read that book, I wasn't in my body. The only funny thing about this is everyone thought I did it for the greater good when in reality I had no self-control.

My long, hot bath was quick, only because Mike kept banging down the door that he needed to log one.

Gross. Just gross.

There were so many bathrooms in this house but why was he beating down this door?

If you may know, whilst in my room(aka Sage's room), I saw the entire pack in the back yard fighting to see the baby. When Sage said they were having a party, I thought they'd invite family, close friends, and the elders were understandable, but the entire freaking pack? I probably stood at the back door for about ten minutes watching them. They were passing around Azulon around like potato salad at thanksgiving, disregarding the fact that she kept wailing. I pushed open the door once I heard footstep approaching. No one noticed me at first until Azulon's eyes locked on mine and she stopped crying. Nichole grabbed her from one of the young she-wolves and glowered at me.