CHAPTER 3 THE TRUTH WE DIDN’T KNOW

Jackson BURST into the dorm, slamming the door behind him. His breathing was rough, his hands shaking.

“What the hell just happened out there!?” he shouted. “How is a wolf THAT huge even possible?! That thing was twice a normal wolf!”

Damon didn’t answer at first. He just sat down slowly, deep in thought.

Then he looked up.

“You’re a Spellcaster, right? and you said there are more supernatural like the wolves we saw earlier ” Damon said calmly. “That means your family as one of them should have something… a book. A record. Something about supernaturals.”

Jackson blinked.

Then it hit him.

His eyes widened. “Wait… the Book of Secrecy.”

He rushed to his bag, digging frantically until he pulled out a thick, old, leather‑bound book. “stole it from the library at home for something like this…well not exactly what I was hoping for but glad I brought it.”The moment he opened it, dust and a faint glow escaped like it held life inside it.

They flipped through the pages.

And then they found it.

Werewolves.

The page was filled with drawings of massive wolves, glowing‑eyed creatures, and strange symbols. Jackson read out loud:

“Werewolves are part of the supernatural world. They are mortal humans… gifted with the ability to shapeshift. Their strength is unmatched under the full moon. Packs, hierarchy, bloodlines… their power runs deeper than what humans know.”

Damon’s jaw tightened.

A thought hit him.

A frightening one.

He remembered.

The voice.

The man.

The words.

“You are the one…”

Damon swallowed. “Jackson… can they still use their powers in human form? Like… how you can use yours without spells?”

Jackson nodded slowly. “Yeah according to the book,A werewolf doesn’t have to be in wolf form to be dangerous. Some alphas are even stronger while human.”

Silence.

Then Damon exhaled.

He knew he couldn’t hide it anymore.

“I need to tell you something,” he said quietly.

Jackson turned to him.

Damon told him everything.

The night from

The strange man.

The way his body moved without his control.

The knife.

The whisper.

“You are the one…”

And how the man SMILED when Damon stabbed him. Like that was what he wanted.

Jackson didn’t interrupt once. He just listened. When Damon finished, Jackson slowly closed the grimoire.

“So… someone made you do it,” Jackson muttered. “Not a normal someone. A supernatural someone.”

Damon stared at the table. “…Yeah.”

Jackson reopened the book and flipped more pages.

His eyes widened again.

“There’s more,” he said.

He turned the book so Damon could see.

“Ancient wolf legends… pack wars… chosen ones… bloodline hunters… it says some werewolves don’t just attack for survival. Some hunt for destiny. For prophecy.”

Damon’s expression darkened.

“So… I’m connected to this,” he whispered.

Jackson nodded once. “Yeah. And we don’t know how deep it goes yet.”

He stood up suddenly.

“We need more than this book. This is just Spellcaster knowledge. We need history. Old records. Legends. We need answers from way back.”

Damon looked at him. “Meaning?”

Jackson took a breath.

“The school library,” he said. “The restricted section. The ancient archive. If there ARE stories about wolves, packs, and chosen humans… they’ll be there.”

Damon nodded slowly.

Outside, thunder rumbled in the distance.

Inside the dorm, the truth had just begun.

And somewhere far away…

A wolf howled.

Like it already knew.

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