The following two weeks were an indistinct blur as if time itself had become a hazy illusion. Hanna, a relentless trainer, pushed who pushed Maisie to her limits, gradually increasing the intensity of our sessions until they were training for a staggering four hours every single day. Once the grueling workouts were over, they would retreat to the library, where Hanna tirelessly scoured through ancient texts and lore about the enigmatic white wolf, delving into the depths of wolf histories and anything else she deemed necessary for my understanding. She would mark the relevant passages and set them aside for Maisie to peruse. Meanwhile, Maisie dedicated her time to immersing herself in the lives of Gavriil, Casimir, and any other names that were intricately tied to them. Nikolai, ever the v
