OLIVIA’S POV.
Time for the next phase of my life, yes. But I spoke too soon. The fact that I could hear the Witch’s voice did not mean I have returned to being Lyra.
Yes, I heard the voice of the pack’s witch but it was not her. Opening my eyes, I find two older versions of Eira. One is older than the other but both are older than Eira and I do not know if this is me glitching as a result of the amount of strength I put to use without proper training, but I see a slight resemblance between these women and Maximus.
“Emery.” The much older-looking one calls.
No mirror or water here to see my reflection but I can tell I look like myself already because the name call just confirmed it.
“You two are related to Eira, right?” I sound so unsure.
“Right.” The younger-looking one confirms.
