Elara’s
“I saw it,” I whispered, still staring at the mirror.
Silver eyes. A flash like lightning in a storm.
That wasn’t me. It couldn’t be.
“Elara,” Olivia said softly, placing her hand on my shoulder, “your wolf is waking up. I knew it.”
“No,” I shook my head. “It’s not possible. I never had a wolf, Olivia. You know that. I was born without one.”
She looked at me with a calm but serious expression. “You weren’t born without one. Your wolf was trapped. Maybe by the curse. Or maybe by your death.”
I took a shaky breath, my whole body tense. “Then why now? Why show herself now? Why not when I was being betrayed, or burned with wolfsbane?”
“I don’t know,” Olivia admitted. “But she’s here now. And I think… she’s more than you expect.”
More than I expect?
I sank onto the edge of th
