Nyx's Call
Althea stared at her reflection for what felt like hours.
The mark on her neck shimmered faintly, visible only to her.
A wolf. A moon.
The same one from her dream.
But it didn’t make sense.
Her entire life, she had been taught what she was.
What she could be.
And this—this didn’t fit.
“It’s not possible,”
she whispered, pacing her chamber,
fingers ghosting over the glowing symbol.
No one had ever said she couldn’t have a wolf.
But no one had ever told her she could either.
She had felt it—how her magic surged that night in the glade.
How the dream had cracked something open inside her.
She didn’t want to believe it.
Couldn’t.
Not when it threatened everything she thought she was.
Her hands trembled as she grabbed her cloak.
She needed answers.
Even if they u
