The next morning, Meredith woke to the soft sound of birds outside her window, the early morning light spilling into the room. Her body felt lighter, stronger, calmer. The wildfire that had surged through her the night before had settled, though the bond she felt with Damien, Xavier, and Magnus was even more palpable now.
She could feel them, their presence in her mind, like a gentle hum that never left.
As she stretched, the memories of the previous night washed over her, but a knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. It was Magnus, his face softer than usual, a playful grin dancing at the corner of his mouth.
"Good morning, Little Wolf," he teased, stepping into the room. "How are you feeling?"
Meredith smiled brightly. "Better," she said, sitting up slowly. "A lot
