That night, Sable had a breakthrough. She spent hours under the watchful gaze of the moon, delving into her family's grimoires, rediscovering forgotten spells and rituals. She practiced manipulating energy, honing her skills with newfound focus and determination. It was no longer just a means of survival; it was a celebration of her heritage, a way to reclaim her legacy and honor her family's memory.
The next morning, Sable approached Rox with a newfound confidence. "I've been thinking," she began, her voice stronger, surer than it had ever been before. "I can help. I can do more than just track the silvered wolves. I can… counter the curse."
Rox smiled, her one good eye gleaming with admiration. "I knew you could do it," she said, clapping her on the shoulder.
Sable's newfound purpose
