***Alice***
I returned to the wisteria tree hours later, when Waylon said Leo had left in a fit of rage. A side of him that I was not familiar with.
“He had shifted at the entrance and took off. Most probably back to his pack.” Waylon said.
The Wisteria tree swayed gently, its petals dancing like spirits in the breeze. I gazed into its depths, allowing the ancient magic that permeated the air to envelope me. A wave of energy surged through me, as if the roots of the tree were whispering secrets of the universe into my soul.
I felt a sudden yearning to connect, to channel the magic that would lead me to the strength I needed. With trembling hands, I reached out, placing my palms against the rough bark of the Wisteria. I closed my eyes, allowing the energy of the tree to flow into me, g
