Fiona - POV
My next move was a triple flip. I pushed off, skating backward with precision, the icy surface smooth beneath me. I used the toe pick of my other skate to propel myself into the air, spinning before landing gracefully on the outside edge of the opposite foot. Or at least, that was the plan.
But the cold night wasn’t the only thing I felt. It was Mora who drew my attention to a faint, approaching aura. Through her magic, I sensed it—subtle yet distinct. Unlike shifters, I couldn’t hear voices or spoken thoughts, but I could feel their presence through their auras. It was a skill that had saved me more times than I could count.
Distracted by this familiar energy, my focus slipped for just a moment—a moment too long. My skate caught an edge, and I fell hard onto the ice, my lef
