The next month flew by. I promised Carson I would meet the pack, but we had not picked a date. I wanted to go when I had a couple of days off. He promised we could visit Serena’s house and look for the herb I needed. Over the next few weeks, I could tell our bond was growing and that my magic was blossoming. We were moving slowly, which was proving far more difficult than I thought. I tried not to look at my crystal every day, but it was challenging. I dove into my magical restoration with an enthusiasm I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Sometimes I wondered if the old coven Mistress knew this would happen. At times, she was a powerful seer—maybe she had seen glimpses of my future to know that I would need what she taught me to save my own life and find my own power. I smiled at the thought.
