That night, after returning from the underground chamber, I felt a strange energy coursing through my veins. Leo had reluctantly left to coordinate our pack's movements, promising to return by dawn. I sat cross-legged on the garden floor, moonstone wand resting across my palms, trying to make sense of the fairy grimoire's complicated instructions.
"You're overthinking it," came Ava's voice, suddenly crystal clear in my mind.
I'd grown accustomed to my wolf's presence, but tonight she seemed different—more defined, almost tangible. In my mind's eye, I could see her silver-gray form sitting before me, amber eyes gleaming with newfound wisdom.
"What's happening to you?" I whispered.
"To us," Ava corrected. "Your mother's inheritance has strengthened our bond. The fairy essence f
