Ariadne nodded, her eyes lit with intrigue. “Werewolves, for sure. But what happened on the train?”
I thought back to what had happened, and I struggled to find the words to describe it. The fear that I had felt in that situation made it hard to remember everything exactly. But when I thought about my racing heart and my cold sweat (which I could still feel right now, thanks to Ariadne), the memories came back more easily. I described how the werewolf had gotten through the window and jumped onto the train that I was on. Ariadne’s jaw dropped as I told her about what had happened between me and the wolf before it finally ran away.
“Why didn't you tell me this before?” she cried. “This is obviously very significant! I was under the impression that you had never used your magic before, but
