Freya's POV
I sigh. It's time to head back. It would be a bad thing to keep my mate waiting. He is probably sleeping. Well, not that I'm here to steal anything. I can read, thanks to my adopted parents who saw it fit for me to go to school, but I wouldn't want to read anything even if I could.
But the book I saw sitting on a particular portion of the library caught my attention when I turned to leave. My eyes roamed around, and seeing no one was paying attention, I paced towards the glass that housed what seemed to be a special kind of book. From what I can see, it's a pretty normal blue-covered book but why its inside a glass remains a question.
Always curious, my trembling hands reached for it. I couldn't fathom why my hands trembled but for the first time in my eighteen years of
