~Eliana~

I took a page of a book from my mini bag, which I had torn out from one of my werewolf books, titled: “Of Werewolves, Beasts and Dark magic,” before coming to see Alistair that very day, and placed it on the centre table.

“What is this going to be used for? Thought we’d get weapons, instead of pages from a fairy tale book or should we be bothered with princess stuff when we have barely three hours until sundown?” Jennifer asked, in the most irritable fashion.

I felt like knocking her on the teeth and watching her wince in pain, as blood oozed from the spot where there...