***Ella***
Dana thinks for a moment before motioning for me to follow. We step out of the greenhouse, making our way toward a flat, open space at the lower end of the land.
"I’d planned to plant a tree here once, but never got around to it," Dana says, gesturing at the area, "the rest of the garden keeps me too busy."
I take in the space and immediately know it’s right. The connection to my pack ground thrums through me—I can already feel how easily this will come.
"Well, Dana, you both wanted to see my gifts in action, but I’d recommend stepping back a little," I say with a small smile.
Amoya watches me with keen curiosity as I crouch, pressing my hands against the bare earth.
Closing my eyes, I picture the magnificent wisteria tree from the faerie realm, determined to do this justi
