Chapter 42 Secrets Of Time

As soon as he was out of sight and I heard the door closing, I glanced around the living room, hoping to find a book. Something to kill time because I don't want to resort to TV. I don't feel like watching anything right now. I sighed when I only saw a pile of business magazines on the coffee table and an encyclopedia on the shelves. I went to the section of the encyclopedias, knowing it was my last resort in killing time. I don't feel like reading business magazines. As I slid my fingers on the volumes of books to find something interesting to read, a different book was mixed with them. It was not an encyclopedia. And from its title—SECRETS OF TIME, it was a different book looking to be an old one. It was not all, the cover was the eyes of werewolves.