When I wake up, the breeze smells of sea salt and morning sunshine. Grayson lies curls up against me. I settle my chin onto my front paws. While I wait for Grayson to awaken, I think through everything that happened yesterday.
Grayson inhales and rolls over. “You’re up.”
“And thinking,” I state.
“About?”
“My lands are overrun by the Prism Master. My pack is locked away. If there were ever a time to make wishes, it would be now.” I tilt my head to meet Grayson’s gaze. “Your six-old-your self was right. We should look for the three osmos mirrors.”
Grayson sits up and wraps her arms around her legs. “What about the Prism Master and Lady R? Won’t they be tracking us?”
“They aren’t yet. It’s odd, but we can’t worry about Lady R and the Prism Master. Perhaps they’re scheming something for
