Aria's POV
The flickering light of candles surrounded me, the warm glow bouncing off the old wooden walls of Tabitha’s makeshift spell room. My fingers hovered uncertainly over the bowl in front of me, filled with dried herbs and a strange, slightly glowing powder Tabitha had insisted on. The tension in my chest wasn’t from the spell itself—it was from the quiet pressure of knowing this wasn’t supposed to come naturally for me.
Or at least that’s what I used to believe.
Being a wolf had always defined me, shaped who I was and how I moved through the world. But since learning about my lineage, my witch side had started to awaken. Slowly, awkwardly, but it was there. The wolf and the witch in me didn’t always see eye to eye, though. Where my wolf craved instinct and action, the magic with
