By the time our discussion ended, our time for my magic lesson had all but run out. Still, Mrs. Santiago wanted to talk to me. To help prepare myself for what is to come.
To help defend myself from the wolves.
So, after calling her husband and letting him know she'd be an hour late, we head into my room for our usual training.
"Alright, Ali," she starts, cross-legged on the mattress across from me. "I'm going to help you focus on using magic subtly."
I scoff. "Mrs. Santiago, it's not like I know any spells, like in movies. You said so yourself; magic is based on feeling, not incantation."
"And I meant that, but right now, the way I've been teaching you is only usable if you're alone or with other witches."
Or two Alphas bound to you by magic...
I shake the thought from my head. "Wha
