Elena POV
Though Thalia and Ethan promised to protect me, and I was grateful for their support, I knew I needed to get stronger and rely on myself. I wasn’t fully a werewolf or a witch—I felt stuck between two worlds. Determined to change that, I decided to keep practicing the spells and matrices from my grandma’s notebook, hoping they’d unlock my hidden strength and help me complete my first shift.
Thalia and I tried countless times, but we failed every single attempt. Each time, she’d prepare the matrix, setting up the intricate designs perfectly. I’d sit in the center while she chanted the spells, her voice strong and unwavering. I always felt the energy stirring around me, but I could never quite grasp it. It was like trying to hold onto smoke—it slipped through my fingers every time
