_Mira’s POV_
The day had finally come to start the ritual. Anxiety churned in my stomach as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the land. Killian and I sat together in the dinning room, finishing dinner. I barely touched my food. I was too nervous to eat.
“You should eat something,” Killian said, his voice gentle but firm. “You’ll need your strength for what’s ahead.”
I pushed a piece of bread around my plate, forcing myself to take a bite. “I know,” I murmured. “I just can’t stop thinking about everything that could go wrong.”
Killian reached across the table, his hand warm and steady on mine. “Hey,” he said, his black eyes locking onto mine. “You’ve already done the hard part by gathering the items. Now you just have to trust yourself—and your wolf.”
I nodde
