Aila skimmed through the different books; she didn't realise that some of them were actually diaries from past generations of werewolves. They were of men who were not aware of what they were, such as herself, and noted down everything they experienced. She was absorbed in what they wrote. Some spoke of how they were cursed by the devil, others praised their newfound gifts, while some presumed they were mad and ended up taking their lives. Aila bowed her head in sadness and commiserated before putting the diaries to the side.
Aila did not realise how the time flew by. When it became dinner time, she stayed in the library while Darren left to eat; he never returned, for which she was thankful. By this point, she was sprawled across the floor on her belly, legs kicked up as with another opened book. Ajax and Finn waltzed into the room and took a seat on the leather couches; Aila was aware of their presence, but she did not look up from the book she was now searching through.
