Elara
The first night I cast the spell, the moon was thin as a blade, its pale light slanting through my chamber window like it was cutting the room into shadows and secrets. My fingers traced the carved runes in the old silver mirror cold under my touch, humming faintly as if the metal itself remembered the last time this glamour had been used.
“Nova,” I whispered to my wolf, “time to wear a different skin.”
This magic is dangerous, she warned inside my mind, her voice low and sharp. If Dominic senses you pulling from his aura, it could snap back on you. Break bones. Burn nerves.
I smirked, watching my reflection blur as I dripped the last drop of my blood into the bowl. The scent of iron and rosemary filled the air, strong enough to make my nose sting. “I only need it to last long e
