Elena’s POV
“The healer wants me to become her apprentice. She wants me to train to become a healer like her someday.”
I laid in the center of the forest clearing, my head resting on my wolf’s spectral fur. She’d finally returned—much to my relief, and hers. She was still sad and absent sometimes, but most nights, when I retreated to my mental landscape for comfort, she was there.
“You should take her up on it. We are special, you know.”
I sat up and looked at her. “Is that why I can sense illness? Because of our bloodline?”
Ava nodded. “Yes. We are Silver—it’s in our DNA. By refusing the healer’s request, you might be refusing our calling.” She yawned and settled on the grass, still exhausted from everything that happened. “But as always, I will support you, no matter what you choose
