- Dimitri Sokolov:
After I gave the food to Damon, I left the basement, feeling like I needed a moment to clear my mind.
I walked up the stairs and headed straight for the library—my sanctuary.
The library in the tower was unlike anything else in the house.
It stretched across two floors, the walls lined with bookshelves that reached up toward the vaulted ceiling.
The air smelled of leather, paper, and age—a comforting mix that always helped me think.
The books themselves were treasures—ancient tomes, magical grimoires, and dusty old volumes filled with knowledge about creatures, spells, and the ways of the shifters.
I took in the sight, letting it settle over me as I walked between the aisles of books.
My eyes narrowed as I scanned the titles, finally landing on the section dedicated to wolf shifters.
There was something about the bond between mates, something that I needed to understand more clearly.
