Celine
It’s overwhelming. The logistics of it alone make my head spin, but I nod absently, trying to piece it all together. When I glance up, I notice Jonathan watching me, his expression curious.
“You were talking to your wolf,” he says softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
I nod, brushing my hair back from my face. “Don’t you ever talk to your fae?”
Jonathan’s smile fades slightly, his gaze thoughtful. “Fae aren’t like wolves or dragons. Our shifts are part of us, but there’s no separate consciousness, no voice to guide us. When Sebastian shifts, Helios can take control, and he can step back. When you shift, Luperca is there for you to lean on, to speak to. For fae… we’re always in control. There’s no separate entity to connect with.”
I tilt my head, processing his words. I’ve
