(I made a little change in the previous chapter's end for the flow of the story! Sorry about that.)
Ren held the book he had requested in his hands again. Nash had delivered it to him and just a few hours before their destined dinner he caressed its hard cover, taking in a deep breath before he opened it, reading through the yellowish pages with determination. Even Nash had been surprised as he had asked him of this, something so rare no one would have thought of it but him, someone who has always been interested in werewolf history figured it out instantly, the thoughts drilled into his head from the moment the very first headache got to him.
