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    The library was a vast space, warm and inviting, and by far my favorite room in the mansion. I took a deep breath of the air, letting the musty books, leather furniture, and polished wood scent fill my senses. In one corner, a mahogany desk squatted, cluttered with ancient tomes and exhausted notebooks, with light from an antique desk lamp lighting the smooth surface. A cushioned loveseat was positioned across from a bulky leather couch and an armchair sat opposite the fireplace. The chandelier overhead flung a soft glow over the built-in bookcases lining three walls.
    Ariana shouldered me aside and entered the room. She plopped on the loveseat, reached for a book on the table, and idly flipped the pages. Probably forcing her mind off the scary-wolf-thingy prowling the woods.
    Taking a seat, I texted Trent to let him know that we were at his house. Then Arianna and I told Evans that there had been another attack on a student and about the new curfew.
    Evans nodded. “I heard about it on the news. I’ve lost count of how many attacks there’ve been over the past month. The only things these incidents seem to have in common are that the high school football players are the targets and all the boys slip into strange comas after being bitten by the lycans.”
    There was definitely something weird about coma-induced kids who awakened from three-day siestas after being chomped on by a lycan, and then seemed A-Okay.
    “So enlighten me, Mr. Research Guy. Any theories about the coma kids?” I asked Evans.
    He nodded. “My reference tomes indicate that if a person is bitten once by a lycan, their body will go into a type of coma—a deathlike sleep—while the lycan DNA transforms and merges with the human cells. The victim is, in a way, reborn with animalistic tendencies and visceral aggression, which makes them lethal and dangerous predators.”
    “What’s the DarkSide Detective’s take on this lycan business? Any helpful info we can use to stop them?” Ariana asked.
    I had never met the DarkSide Detectives, or DD for short, although they were a private organization of paranormal investigators that Evans often worked with on weird cases like this.
    “Not really. Just what we already know…” Evans shook his head. “That lycans are bigger creatures and more aggressive than werewolves. Myth states that a werewolf can only transform on a full moon, but lycans can shapeshift at will. And they retain their human intelligence and personalities while transformed. These were-creatures will be harder to track because they’re obviously shrewder than other shapeshifters.” Evans pushed his glasses up in a gesture I’d always found geeky yet endearing. “Would you like to hear what I discovered about Fallen Oaks’s insidious origins?”
    Ugh, not another boring history lesson.
    “You betcha,” I said, trying not to roll my eyes. I checked my phone. No calls. No text messages.
    “It turns out that the whole town was built over what we call a Sheol ,” Evans said. “And if my calculations are correct, the focal point is beneath Silent Hollows Cemetery. According to mythology, these are gateways into the underworld, like a barrier between dimensions.”
    “Hence we’re getting more supernatural baddies? It sounds so Hellmouthy,” Ari said.
    My shoulders caved inwards. “Wicked awesome.”
    So not wicked awesome.
    “This town has a lot of supernatural history. The descendants of the founding families are plagued by secrets and mysteries, maybe even suffering the sins of their fathers,” Evans said.
    Ariana sighed and blurted what I had just been thinking, “Why us? I mean, it’s not like there’s a billboard outside of town that says, Come to the dark side, we have cookies! Bring the kids! ”
    Evans let loose a rich, bellowing chuckle, and I smiled despite the grim tone of our conversation.
    “No, but perhaps we should. I bring this up because I think it might have something to do with the