Nyssa’s POV:
"Why did you leave me like that?"
The words slipped from my mouth even though Ryvarn wasn’t here to hear them. My voice echoed softly through the empty chamber, bouncing off the walls like a ghost that didn't want to go.
I stood in the center of the ritual circle, the lines I’d drawn with salt and ash still glowing faintly beneath my bare feet. The scroll lay beside me, half-curled and useless now. Its symbols had faded the moment Ryvarn walked out. The magic had stopped listening.
And my wolf was not okay with that.
She paced inside me like a caged beast, snarling, snapping at the walls of my control. My chest burned. My vision kept flickering at the edges. Everything felt wrong. Incomplete. Like my skin didn’t fit right.
I dropped to my knees, hands shaking. "Calm," I
