I don’t have time to argue with her, I don’t have time to second guess this decision. I have to act fast.
I watch as the crowd pours into the castle with the injured princesses, then find a secluded corner where I can shed my human-looking disguise and draw a transportation sigil.
When I arrive home, my mother is ready and waiting for me in the center of the tavern holding my sleeping sister in her arms.
“Where’s Dad?” I ask.
“I left him a note,” she says with a wink. “I didn’t want him to worry.”
I shake my head. I definitely take after my mother, don’t I?
“Hold on tight,” I tell her, though I know that’s silly. She’s the one who taught me how to do this… how to use my magic.
Celeste doesn’t even stir when we land back at the werewolf castle, she just stays nuzzled against my mom
