<b>Chapter </b><b>54 </b>
<b>Elowen </b><b>POV </b><fn8f37> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on Find?Novel</fn8f37>
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<b>93 </b>
The moon was already stretching her pale fingers across the treetops when I stepped into the clearing.
I had my nket, antern, a bottle of water, my de, and a stupidlyrge thermos of coffee that Daxon insisted I bring “just in case the goddess forgot to caffeinate me.” I also had the little velvet pouch with Morrigan’s potion tucked safely against my chest. It pulsed faintly with magic<b>, </b>like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine.
The clearing was perfect. Silent, round, ringed with silver barked trees and soft mossy ground. The moonlight poured in like she’d been waiting just for me. Honestly? It was kinda romantic. If I wasn’t about to potentially set my entire fucking soul on fire, I might’ve appreciated it more.
I spread my nket, plopped down cross legged, and arranged my supplies like a one woman ritual survival pic<b>. </b><b>I </b>even brought snacks. Nobody’s having a damn spiritual awakening on an empty stomach.
I took a breath. Deep. Slow. Lyssira was pacing in my head, her white paws crunching imaginary snow as she whispered, “You don’t have to do this alone.”
“I do,” I murmured aloud. “We’ve been over this.”
“Still hate it.”
“Same.”
My hands trembled as <b>I </b>unstoppered the bottle. The liquid inside shimmered like melted moonstone, silver, violet, and deep blue, swirling like a gxy caught in a vial. It smelled faintly of jasmine and something older, like wet earth after a lightning storm.
I raised it to my lips. “Bottoms up, bitch<b>.</b><b>” </b>
The taste hit me like cold fire and warm honey, sharp and soft all at once, and it lit me up from the inside. I gasped as it slid down my throat, every nerve ending sparking like a fuse had been lit. For a terrifying second, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
And then it passed.
A warm, humming heat settled in my belly. My skin prickled, my magic buzzed behind my ribs, and I could feel the spell starting to unravel. Not all at once. Slowly. Patiently. Like it knew it had six hours to work and was nning to stretch it out just to mess with me.
“Alright,” <b>I </b>exhaled, flopping back onto the nket with a groan. “Let the cosmic spa treatment begin.”
I tugged my hoodie up, kicked off my boots, and curled under the nket. The moon bathed me in light like she was watching, guarding. I let my eyes close.
8:58 Thu, Sep <b>25 </b>
Let the wind rustle the trees. Let the magic work. And for the first time in a long ass time……I let myself just be.
Me. Elowen Skye Thorne. Half wolf. Half fae. Whole damn storm in human skin. And tonight, I was one step closer to bing exactly who I was born to be.
Even if it fucking hurt.
<b>L </b><b>POV </b>
<b>93 </b>
I’d known thess for less than a day and somehow, my whole goddamn soul was wing to get to her.
We were all spread out like restless ghosts on the grass just beyond the tree line, staring at the silver lit patch where
we could barely see her silhouette curled under that nket. It was torture. Holy fuck, it was worse than torture. At least torture had a purpose. This? This was just helpless waiting.
Ashrian was pacing like a damn panther, muttering calctions and magical theory under his breath like it would fix the fact that we weren’t allowed to touch her. Daxon sat on a log, his fists clenched so tight I swore his veins
were about to explode, his eyes never leaving the trees. Rylen was sharpening his damn knife for the hundredth time, and Jace was on his third energy drink and talking absolute nonsense to nobody.
And then there was Taya, curled up like a pissed off kitten on Rylen’sp, teeth clenched and eyes ssy with worry. And me? I was fucking vibrating.
“Mo ghrá,” I whispered, barely audible. My love,
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