I scoffed. “Try getting used to it? Do I look like I have a built-in teleportation feature? I barely survived that!”
“You’re fine,” he said, brushing past me as if my near-death experience was just an afterthought.
I scowled at his back. “Unbelievable,” I muttered under my breath.
The forest was alive with the whispers of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and the distant howl of wolves. Lucian led me to a secluded clearing, the moonlight bathing everything in an ethereal glow.
“You need to connect with your wolf,” he said, stepping back to give me space.
I folded my arms. “What if I don’t want to?”
He arched his brow. “Then you’ll never be able to control her.”
I swallowed hard. He was right. I had spent years suppressing Maya, afraid of what I might become. But if I didn’t face her
