EMRYS' POV
Overtime, technology had evolved and everything had changed. Modernity has taken over but why the hell am I flipping through the pages of the worn out book with the cover made of crocodile skin and I'm seeing this?
After hours of searching and searching for the healing book, the sun had set and the moon was aglow before I found it, laying at the far end of the secluded corner of the library.
“The death of the diviner by an unconventional means spells doom, even for the strongest Lycan tribe,” I traced the words as I muttered under my breath.
Gosh! Does this mean that… I didn't want to think about it. Yes, it was clear that father slaining the diviner wasn't a good action to take but would it go as far as… I jolted out of my deep thoughts by the creaking sound of the library
