5
I dragged Orion through the doors and into the marble halls of the library. The smell of musty books hit my nose like a bag of bricks swung by a sumo wrestler.
I clapped my hand over my nose and glanced at Orion. He had a big grin on his face. “You knew that was coming, didn’t you?”
He shrugged. “Maybe.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Could you warn me about these things next time? I’m not used to the whole werewolf-nose thing.”
“It’s all about practice,” he teased me as he led the way deeper into the large, echoing chamber that made up the library.
The uninterrupted space towered above us and the packed bookshelves did the same. There were rows upon rows of dusty tomes and fresh paperbacks. A winding staircase led up to a balcony of more bookshelves. The desk was to our right when
