The moment I got to the study, I browsed the shelves for any books about human mates and bonded pairs I could find. Bringing my pile to the desk, I pushed away Onyx's things to the side to make space.

I skimmed through the books one by one. Reading sections on punishments werewolves had inflicted or could legally inflict on their human mate under specific circumstances. The books only went over cases of infidelity or escape attempts but it was both  infuriating to see how entitled these werewolves were and terrifying to see how unquestioned their actions went.

My hands trembled faintly as I read over cases where werewolves shackled mates who repeatedly tried to escape to their beds for years, forcefully mating and marking them. As if sexual assault alone wasn't bad enough, being marked messed with your instincts until you couldn't even trust your own mind. It could inflict irreparable damage for those whose wills it couldn't overcome. Other cases detailed mates being locked in the wolfs' home without any access to the outside world or entertainment until the humans broke mentally and began to see the werewolf as their only salvation from the mind numbing horror their life had become. 

Of course the books didn't mention the assault or the mental trauma but it was easy enough to guess how after months without "outside influence", the person suddenly began falling in love with their mate and engaged in the mating process. As a human mate myself it was easy to read between the lines, bonds between wolves and humans who saw how unjust their world was relied heavily on Stockholm Syndrome. I didn't know how much longer I had before my subconscious mind tried to trick me into making my predicament easier to bear but I had no time to dwell on my situation when my sister was at risk of suffering the same fate. 

I moved onto older books that had been written before the era that wolves had revealed themselves and thus become subject to the laws of society. A shudder running down my spine as I read over passage after passage about the way a wolf would tear apart their human mate's lover before their very eyes. Unleashing the beast within which toyed with its prey ensuring a most tormented and painful end for those who had been unfortunate enough to touch what they regarded as theirs. Posturing their strength and superiority before their mate. The scenes being wrongly categorized as an animal attack because humans couldn't fathom anything but an animal being capable of that level of carnage. 

The real tragedy was they didn't only happen before the laws were established. They still did, but weren't spoken of so freely. Attacks like that were hushed, witnesses silenced and all evidence covered up by those who were supposed to be the protectors of society. Humans being claimed as mates had seemed like just part of the seemingly useless information we had to learn about our peers in our Werewolf Culture classes until my freshman year of high school when a human boy in the year above me had been discovered as the mate of an older werewolf. As a minor, his mate wasn't allowed to take him and him and his girlfriend had continued secretly seeing each other. 

The story went that the wolf had showed up unannounced to pick him up from school one day and discovered the two in a janitor's closet. She had beat the young girl so savagely that the student had spent a month in hospital. A human teacher who had seen the wolf drenched in blood and dragging away the boy had tried to report the incident but been fired and transferred to a new pack instead. Rumours spread that the teacher had been claimed as a mate in that pack but I could only hope that was merely a detail added to make the story more horrific.

The letters began to blur as I read on and I tried blinking away the distortion. Giving in when that didn't help and glancing up from the book to the other side of the room to try to right my vision and hopefully avert the stress induced headache I could feel coming on. 

These books about punishments were doing nothing but making me more worried for my sister. Nora had an iron will and lacked a healthy sense of fear. She had gone into shock today and frozen which kept her somewhat subdued but she was the type to and had in the past confronted angry werewolves. A werewolf who claimed her as his and clung to her would only provoke her more than the others did. 

She had an advantage in not having to live with the wolf but she was also much younger, just a child. Not to mention the personal vendetta against werewolves and mating bonds since one had taken her sister from her. Everything about the situation pointed to the fact that we had to get Nora out of this mating bond as soon as possible. 

I didn't want my sister to ever have to go through walking on eggshells around a temperamental beast or to have to feel the fear of being desired and regarded as their own by someone you wanted nothing to do with. I couldn't imagine how scared she was right now, but was comforted that she at least had our parents by her side. 

How I wished I was there too to offer her comfort and work on a plan together to get Nora out of this, but even I knew that was impossible. Onyx didn't trust me and to him I was a bigger flight risk now than ever. Even if I managed to convince him to take me to my house, there was no chance he'd let me out of his sight for even a moment and his presence would do more harm than mine good. 

I needed to focus on finding that solution. Whatever it was my mother had been hinting at it had something to do with Alphas and it was imperative that I figured it out. 

Just as I picked up another book a knock sounded at the door. Though the effort to knock had been made, the doorknob twisted before I could respond and I  raised my eyes heavenward to ask for patience that I knew wouldn't be granted.

"I only asked for one night." I said, opening up the book so I wouldn't have to look at him. 

"Do you know what time it is?" he asked making me sigh deeply knowing he had come to tell me exactly that as though there were certain appropriate hours for when to work on saving your sister's future from ruin.

I heard him settle on the armchair across from me and gave up trying to avoid making eye contact in the hopes that he would go away, turning my attention to him as he evidently wanted. 

"It's past midnight Athena, why are you reading about-" he reached out picking up the cover of the book from where it lay face down on my lap. Tilting his head slightly to the right to read it  "The Adaptation of Werewolf Customs after the Reveal?" he asked with a confused furrow to his brow that combined with the head tilt made him look much more like the animal his kind were named after. 

In all honesty I hadn't even realized the book was about the adaptation of werewolf customs, I had only grabbed it after seeing the words werewolf and customs in it in case it contained information about mated bonds. The last thing I needed right now was having to figure out a way to talk circles around the truth so I could avoid tripping on his werewolf senses. 

"What are you doing here Onyx?" I asked, eyes widening as the elbow he  had leant on slipped slightly. It took me more than a moment of pondering over why he was acting so strange tonight before the realization struck. I turned my face down so he wouldn't catch the horrified look on my face as I realized I had somehow started humanizing him. He seemed to collect himself in the moment it took me to do the same. 

"Checking on my mate who has been locked away for hours and is in complete distress. I can't stay away from you when you're like this, every instinct of mine compels me to comfort you and make the problem go away." 

"Then make it go away." I said immediately, sitting up from being slumped in the chair and leaning towards the Alpha. Knowing even as the words came out that it was a long shot but unable to keep myself from trying. 

He reached for my hand over the desk between us, cradling it between both of his as he rubbed his thumb gently over the back of it. Brown eyes gazing up at me almost imploringly in a way that was so uncharacteristic for the big strong Alpha werewolf I was used to that it almost had me dropping my defenses. 

"I would love to solve any problems you have, it's my job as your mate and your Alpha but sweetness" he paused, bringing my hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss to it "-this isn't a problem" he finished and I yanked my hand out of his making the soft look on his face disappear, jaw clenching as he gazed down at his empty hands before meeting my eyes again. 

"Your sister is not in mortal danger, she's just found her mate." 

"I can't keep having this argument with you when it is obvious that you are never going to be able to understand. All I ask is that you leave me be." 

"I can't." He said, running a hand roughly through his hair and sitting back in the chair. 

"I can't leave you here alone when you're upset and frustrated. You've been at this for hours Athena, I don't mean to be cruel but humans have searched for decades and not found a way out of being with their mates. Those who accept their mates are actually much happier than humans with human partners according to many studies." he ignored the scathing look I gave him and continued on. 

"I don't know what you think you're going to accomplish by reading about Werewolf customs and bonded pairs but you need to eat something and get some sleep. You've had a tough day." 

I closed my eyes and let out a slow exhale to keep from blowing up about him trying to make me fucking eat again at a time like this. I needed him to leave me to my reading and angering him was most likely not the way to achieve that. 

"I don't think I could eat anything right now, or sleep. This, as little as you think of it, is keeping me from a breakdown which I don't think you'd like any better so please just leave me to it." 

He stared hard at me but I refused to back down first, meeting his gaze head on with my own tired one until his frown cleared and he looked away with a sigh. 

"I brought you water, at least drink some of that and don't you dare try to stay up all night. I'll be in our room working, just come to bed before sunrise." 

I looked away with a nod. I probably had a good couple hours before sunrise so I could fight that battle then. To ensure he wouldn't change his mind I even reached for the glass of water I hadn't noticed him place down when he came in and took a small sip. 

He stood up to his full height, intimidatingly large when he came around the desk and towered over me while I stayed seated making it all the more unbelievable that I had just won a stare down against him. He leant down filling my senses with his spicy sweet scent, pressing a deep kiss to my forehead before seeming to force himself to turn away. 

I breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally gone, closing the door softly after himself and leaving me alone at last. Though admittedly it wasn't just time alone I needed but a more structured approach to my search. The very vague notion I had of what my mother had said was getting me nowhere. I could spend days searching and even expand the search to the internet or library and come up empty handed until I deciphered her words to narrow it down. 

I had never been particularly good at solving riddles, that was more Ethan's thing. His mind worked in ways that were mysterious to me, always reading between the lines and catching onto allegories that needed to be thoroughly explained to me. He would have caught onto the hidden meaning of my mom's words within a minute.

I didn't have Ethan here to solve the riddle or his way of thinking but I could try to break it down for myself in the hopes that would help me make the connection my mother had intended. Grabbing a pen and shuffling through the Alpha's drawers to find paper, my search was given pause as I stumbled upon a picture of myself. 

I stood pink faced with slightly swollen eyes gazing up in wonder at the falling snow. A hand lifted to catch some falling snowflakes. Narrowing my eyes at the photograph I realized it was taken on the day that the Alpha had taken me to see my family for the first time since locking me in his house. He seemed to have gotten it printed and placed it in an elegant black photo frame but had the good sense to keep it hidden away in a drawer. 

Not having the mental capacity to deal with that at the moment, I placed the picture right back where I had found it. Quickly shutting that drawer and resolving not to think of it again before checking another and finding a notepad. The first couple pages had writing on them, and I flipped through until I found a fresh page.

I decided to start by making a list of what my mother had said to me in those last few minutes of their visit. Writing each word down as accurately as I could, deciding to tackle it statement by statement.

The first had been the warning about being mindful of how far I pushed the Alpha, lest he get cross and punish me. I crossed out what I had written, recalling the ambiguous way she had phrased it to say "Alphas can give out punishments when crossed."

The second had been an admission to researching this topic when Onyx had taken me. I paused at this, trying to think of all the things they might have been researching when Onyx had taken me and perhaps that was the clue she was trying to give, wanting me to research the same. Her emphasis on punishments in particular though made the answer more evasive. Knowing the consequences for an escape attempt made us more wary sure, but it wouldn't help us rid Nora of Vincent.

The third had been her advice to read before I spoke to him. This to me seemed less open to interpretation and more just a call to attention that I needed to research to find the answer she had. Whatever this resolution was, couldn't be applied in my case. Which meant either me not being a minor and being taken away by my mate immediately rendered this solution ineffective or Onyx being an Alpha which Vincent wasn't did.

I stared down at the list I had made with frenzied notes covering each of the three items in despair. The answer was somewhere here amongst these clues but oddly evasive. There were too many variables and how I wished she had just passed me a note that I could have burned, flushed down the toilet or even swallowed to keep from Onyx's hands.

Slapping my cheek lightly to knock myself out of my self-pitying I began underlining what was most important in each statement. I stared at the underlined words, the answer appearing to me finally just as I was getting about ready to yank my own hair out.

Alpha's could give punishments when crossed. Vincent was a part of Onyx's pack and thus his to punish should he cross him. My reading material was all wrong. I needed to look into the punishments wolves could receive from their Alphas.

I pulled a few books about werewolf law, dropping the staggering pile on Onyx's desk with a loud thump and hurriedly sitting down in his chair to get started. I wasn't a law student so reading these judicial books was much harder than the ones about mating bonds. The formatting not so friendly for the uninformed reader, the material frustratingly not organized in a way that allowed me to narrow my search down to crimes against Alphas.

I knew from those Werewolf Culture classes that though the law applied to wolves, their Alpha had the ultimate authority over the punishment they received. There was a national board that could be appealed to for punishments deemed unjust but it mostly consisted of werewolves so was biased and cases took years before coming to trial rendering it generally unreliable and useless. 

The sudden rush of adrenaline I had gotten after figuring out how to solve the riddle was starting to diminish as I read over the various judicial consequences for different types of crimes. Skimming over the determining factors that helped guide upholders of the law in making those decisions as I looked for cases in which Alphas were expected to or generally did intervene. 

Overwhelmingly it was in cases that involved wolves as either perpetrator or victim that Alphas intervened. The effect of their involvement following a very specific pattern based on the role of the wolf as wrongdoer or wronged. Getting them reduced sentences when their behaviour befitted their beastly nature even if it went against the law and getting them more vindication when anything was done to their mates or families.

My eyes drooped as I poured over case after case without finding a single hint of something that could possibly help Nora. The only idea these books were giving me was somehow getting Vincent convicted of a crime and jailed to a life sentence so Nora would technically be free if he wasn't. 

The problem with that plan lay in our flawed justice system. Getting a wolf a life sentence would involve an insane sort of crime like killing off an entire family in cold blood. Though I felt no reserve in falsely accusing Vincent, I knew our morals wouldn't allow us to commit a crime of that gravity to frame Vincent of. 

The letters began to blur and though I knew it was a terrible idea to rest my eyes when this tired, I lost the battle against exhaustion and let them fall shut. Barely registering as my head lolled forward onto the book I had been reading as I slipped off into unconsciousness. 

A woman walked before me, chocolate brown waves tumbling down her back in the unruly way I knew my own to making me realize it was myself I was seeing walking down the dimly lit hallway that led down to the very office I was in. The image of me walked quietly, each step measured, turning slightly as she reached the door. Something held in her hand glinting in the darkness and only as she pushed open the door allowing the light from the room into the hallway briefly that I saw it was a knife. 

The Alpha didn't glance up from where he sat at his desk, typing something rapidly on his laptop. A downturned purse to his lips, jaw clenched. Sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up to his forearms. Broad and imposing even while seated, paying no attention to the threat posed to him like a predator confident in being the biggest danger within the vicinity. 

I watched in horror as the image of myself sauntered closer to him, steps graceful and self-assured in a way that they weren't in consciousness. A vaguely familiar voice called out for the Alpha from downstairs but I couldn't focus on that as my image placed her hand on the chair, spinning it towards herself. 

The Alpha frowned but allowed himself to be turned away from his work, expression melting away into a reverent look as they landed on the one who stood before him. I stood unable to speak a word of protest as the image climbed up onto the Alpha's lap, a knee on each side of his thighs and his big hands immediately descended down to grab onto her hips. As always, pulling closer. 

Her hands rested on his shoulders as she kneeled above him, dark hair falling down momentarily concealing his face that gazed up at her as she whispered something. Footsteps echoed down the hallway getting closer but I had no time to turn to look as the consciousness I was rushed forward, dissolving into the image of myself just as she - just as I raised the knife and brought it down unflinchingly into the Alpha's chest. 

The blade pushed through flesh and bone until it met with the heart whose beat I could hear echoing through my ears, almost as familiar to me as my own from nights falling asleep with my head rested against it. The Alpha's eyes flashed red as the blade pushed through the pumping organ, blood spreading over the white of his shirt staining it freshly crimson and spilling wet and warm over my hand that grasped the knife. 

Those eyes continued to stare into my own until the red bled out of them, the monster dying first before the man followed leaving the empty gaze staring up at me as my hand yanked the knife out making his blood gush and bathe me in its red hue. I climbed off the Alpha, turning to see the young wolf who had dared to threaten the safety and sanctity of my own. 

His face which I had seen twisted in beastlike rage and then pleading in desperation was now frozen in horror. His mouth moved but the words were indecipherable and they didn't matter as I grew closer to him. Taking his trembling hand in my blood covered one, I pressed the knife gently into his palm, closing his fingers over it.

I went to walk out of the room as soon as the deed was done but an all too familiar hand grasped my shoulder, making me gasp out and jolt back into the land of the living. My head flying up from the book it rested on, narrowly avoiding hitting the Alpha who was leant over me shaking me awake as my eyes flew open. 

My heart hammered in my chest, the sound of my blood rushing through my ears deafening me to his panicked questioning as I took shuddering breaths. Eyes gazing almost unseeingly up into his until he hoisted me forward by the shoulders and enfolded me into his arms. My face smothered into his chest, ear pressed over the strongly pumping heart that I had put a stop to in my dream. 

He held onto me tightly, taking slow deep breaths until I was able to do the same. Though I couldn't see a thing, wrapped up in his near smothering embrace as I was, I kept my eyes open to the darkness. Too afraid to close them again and see the images that I knew would be forever seared into my mind. 

The sound of his heart beating was finally audible to me as my own began to slow, the steady beat of it reassuring me that what I had seen was only a dream. I was not a murderer and the Alpha was alive. 

I let out a shuddered sigh of relief, caught between a terrible mix of gratitude that what I had seen wasn't real and a pang of regret that it wouldn't be. The Alpha pulled back slightly so he could see my face, a warm rough hand brushing my hair that stuck to my perspiring forehead back gently. Running down past my shoulder and rubbing up and down my back comfortingly. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" The Alpha asked quietly, eyes raking over my face and seeming to grow ever more concerned at what he saw. 

"No." I snapped out without meaning to.

"I just want to forget about it." I added quickly, letting out another shaky exhale that seemed to make his concern override his curiosity and he nodded grimly. 

"I think that's enough reading for tonight. Let's get you to bed." The Alpha said and I immediately yanked myself out of his hold making his eyes widen at the sudden violence of my actions when I had just previously been so pliant beneath his comforting hands. 

The thought of laying next to the man I had just dreamt of murdering made me feel sick down to my stomach. Suddenly all I needed was to be away from him. To not have to look into the eyes I had watched the life drain out of and not been able to decipher the way that made me feel. 

"I can't, Please, just go." I asked quietly. 

"This is getting ridiculous. You're exhausted and working yourself into a panic attack over a nightmare you don't want to talk about and you expect me to just leave you here to make it worse?" 

"Just one night, you agreed to it." I reminded him, scampering backwards in my chair as he reached forward to try to scoop me out making him pause. He glared down at me, eyes bleeding red making me gulp as I tried to press down the fear that never failed to invoke and stay firm.

"I cannot sleep peacefully knowing what my family is going through right now. I didn't even ask to go with them because I know you'd never let me, not without following me. All I ask is you leave me be tonight, I can't stand to see you right now." I said making him snarl, eyes fully red and fangs dropping as he was once again rejected by his mate. 

His clawed hands gripped the handles of the chair I was sat on, tearing through the leather. Broad chest heaving with each labored breath as he fought to push down the beast that wanted to take when not given what it deemed to be his. 

"One night." I repeated cautiously and he let out a slow measured exhale, glancing down so I couldn't see his face but when he looked back up the only signs of the beast that remained was the red hue within his light brown eyes. 

"Till sunrise and don't try to push me further than that. My patience is already wearing very thin." He gritted out through clenched teeth before turning to leave. 

I grabbed the glass of water, gulping down nearly all of it in one go as the Alpha left. Slumping down into the chair and trying so hard to forget what I had dreamt of. I knew it wasn't possible, I wouldn't be able to kill him. Not only was he infinitely stronger and quicker than me but I also didn't think I could truly bring myself to do it. 

I had hated the Alpha since I met him but even in my worst moments I had wished on him only suffering as he had made me and my loved ones suffer, never death. This wasn't the solution, morals and logistics of the deed aside, pinning it on Vincent would be a whole other ordeal. Wolves would always believe their own over a human and I wasn't accepted into the pack yet as the Alpha Mate. Trying to gain their trust and acceptance would take months and Nora didn't have months. The solution had to be quick. 

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the vile thoughts that had wormed their way in due to the dream. I wasn't the type of person to contemplate murdering someone, weighing over the pros and cons like a psychopath. I wouldn't let this situation turn me into that sort of person, that could not have been what my mother had been hinting at.  

I resumed my reading, skimming over the next couple books with as limited success as the ones before. I pushed the books to the side in frustration, getting up from my seat and walking over to the bookshelf again perusing the titles to find others to look through. 

My eyes danced over a book that looked more like a tome you'd expect to find buried with an emperor. The title scrawled down the spine in a calligraphic style making me have to squint to read it - "Original Werewolf Law." Immediately reminding me of a passage I had just read in one of the law books  which had stated that in rare instances Alphas completely bypassed our modern laws and made decisions using the methodologies of original werewolf law. 

I bit my lip as I stared at the book, contemplating whether I should bother when I was beginning to think I would have to convince the Alpha to take me to my house tomorrow and then find a moment alone with my mother out of his hearing range. Ultimately my curiosity won out and I carefully pulled the book from the shelf. Heaving an arm under it to take it back to the desk where I set it down and immediately turned it open. Relieved that inside too was English and not some archaic language like Latin as may be assumed from its appearance. 

I poured over the table of contents, skipping over the sections about more minor crimes which were unfortunately only a very small portion of the book. Clearly the werewolves had thought themselves above things like petty theft or didn't care to delve deeper into the varying degrees of it. 

The introduction detailed the trust between pack members and their Alpha that was so instinctual and deep-rooted in wolves that the judgement of the Alpha was rarely, if ever, questioned. Allowing for the Alpha to make all final calls regarding punishments based on the evidence and circumstances. Wolf law was guidance for Alphas and their advisors to make those decisions, a governing code for pack members to learn and internalize. 

As could be expected of creatures who were so in touch with their more animalistic side, many of their punishments were physical. Lashes given before all pack members or the wolf declawed for violent crimes. Surprisingly, imprisonment was rarely used and only for very grievous crimes. They seemed to think imprisonment a greater punishment than humiliation or torture when applied to wolves although imprisonment of a human mate was justifiable to them. 

Something foreboding and akin to anticipation clicked into place as I turned to the section about harming another's mate. Though I didn't entirely believe in fate, I could feel down to the very core of my being that this was what I had been intended to find. 

My heart skipped a beat as I read over the consequences of purposely killing a wolf's mate. "Should a wolf commit the blasphemous act of purposely taking away the mate of another, their Alpha holds the right to separate from them their own mate. In the case that it is the Alpha's mate who is murdered or an attempt to murder is made, an Alpha holds the right to command the wolf to relinquish the bond with their own mate. Denouncing their bond before the entire pack or risking being imprisoned for life should they refuse." 

I poured over the next few paragraphs, reading cases in which wolves had killed another's mate and been exiled to forcefully separate them from their own. Cases in which it was an Alpha's mate that had been killed generally resulting in the Alpha murdering them in a fit of manic rage. When attempts were made on an Alpha mate's life unsuccessfully they generally resulted in the wolf being forced to give up their bond with their own mate or be sentenced to death if they refused. 

I nearly laughed aloud as I finished reading, almost dizzy with relief. It had taken hours but I had found it, a way to save Nora from the wolf. My good mood disappeared almost as quick as it had appeared as I pondered over how to bring about a situation in which the law would apply. 

Provoking Vincent would be child's play. He was a young, awfully temperamental werewolf who would be deeply insecure about his bond considering how the first meeting with his mate had gone. Just a bit of taunting and threats to take Nora from him would have him itching to kill me. What gave me pause was what Onyx would do if anyone dared to touch his mate, much less attack them. A shudder ripping down me at the  memory of the guttural, beastly growl of rage that had ripped from his chest when Vincent had so much as raised his voice at me. 

It was all too easy to imagine how it all would play out. The young wolf losing control when his perilous connection to his mate was threatened, moving to attack and perhaps even succeeding in landing a blow if the circumstances weren't perfectly curated but that was not what I feared. What I was most afraid of was the reaction of the Alpha who would lose all semblance of control and give in entirely to his most beastly nature which knew no bounds when defending and avenging what it considered to be his. The Alpha, a creature of much greater power and strength would tear apart the young wolf before any laws modern or original could be enacted. 

Nora would be traumatized for life if her freedom came at the cost of Vincent's life. It wouldn't be freedom if the guilt of it would entrap her in its suffocating depths forever. I hated the young wolf for the threat his claim over her posed on her future, but being sentenced to death for something beyond his control seemed unfair. 

The law could be utilized without forcing it into effect. This could be a way out for us all as long as I could convince the Alpha to take it. This solution could be enacted in a way that minimized damage as much as possible. If all but Vincent were aware of what was going on then Vincent wouldn't lose his life, only his mate. It all came down to whether the Alpha would agree.

Author's Note -----------

Hello my lovelies! I hope all of you are well and Happy Spring to everyone! I had so much to say I started writing this author's note midway through the chapter and have been working to shorten it since. 

I'm so sorry I did the disappearing thing again. It's a vicious cycle of not feeling like I could write and not writing making me feel not the best. I realize this every time that I just need to sit down and force myself but working full time does leech out all the energy and creativity out of you so my apologies and please give at least some of the blame to capitalism. I did really have a lot going on these past few months but writing can be used as an escape, one which I've taken great pleasure in indulging in these days leading up to this post. 

I've missed writing and all of you so much! Athena and Onyx plague my mind constantly even when I'm not writing and I'm so grateful that you all actually deem my writing worth the ridiculous waits. Please let me know what you thought of the chapter and I'm very curious to know if any of you have a song that reminds you of these two or that you feel goes thematically with this book. 

Have a great night!