I blinked, tracing my fingers over Enora’s note. I wish you could be here, I thought. Maybe I even whispered it. I knew so little about this woman, but the way she wrote and described magic left me certain that she’d have been a great ally to us. I knew Val was doing everything she could to help me—and, ultimately, Fenris—but at the end of the day, she was from an entirely different bloodline. This wasn’t her type of magic, or her history.
I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. At the very least, Val would help me make sense of the spells I was reading, and I knew if I asked, she’d accompany me in practicing them. As I flipped through the pages, I found a spell used for identifying a mate—a pair of mates, rather. It seemed more straightforward than some of the other things this describ
