Maybe it was Elijah’s kindness a few days ago, but I felt a spark of motivation to do what he suggested. I go into the forest every morning and climb to the peak alone.
Though I’m not yet brave enough to take the steep path down, I return the same route and run until I reach the mansion.
Slowly, I managed to reach the mansion faster each time. What I’m doing might seem effortless to high-level wolves, but I’m doing my best, even if I’m slower.
Afterward, I meditate, believing that quieting my mind and connecting with nature will sharpen my senses. Right now, for example, I can feel someone approaching. The scent of candy—that must be Flo.
“My queen?” her call interrupts my concentration.
I turn to face her. “Yes, Flo?”
“Oh, aren’t you done meditating? I’m sorry to have disturbed yo
