The deadline Lucius gave them was getting closer, and Demetria could feel how the nervousness lingered in their house. Her mother and Cassius often closed themselves off in the office, and no matter how much she tried, there was no chance to hear what they were talking about. After every conversation, both of them seemed gloomier. To not overthink everything, Demetria focused on her training. She managed to control her magic partly unless some strong emotions were involved, which was happening quite often. The girl was still under the impression of her last dream. It was not as bloody as the previous one, but she could still hear the screams of the people in the pack.
Today, Demetria was practicing how to place a proper shield. Her mother taught her that attack was not always the solutio
