Chapter 215 Ava: Going to Sister Miriam Again (I)

The candle wick flickers to blazing life. Marcus and Liam's hands are heavy on my shoulders, grounding me as Adam and Vanessa complete the chain. Selene's fur brushes my leg, a silent reminder of her presence.

I focus on Sister Miriam, on my desperate need to understand… everything.

My powers. The city. These phone calls. Steve. The Fae. The Moon Goddess.

Lisa. And that damned Mad Prince.

The flame flickers, casting eerie shadows across the faces of those gathered around me. I close my eyes, picturing Sister Miriam's enigmatic smile, her ruby eyes glittering with secrets.

Sister Miriam, I need you.

I hold my breath, waiting for the rush of magic, the dizzying sensation of being transported across space and time.

But nothing happens.

I open my eyes, blinking in confusion. We're still in my room, surrounded by the trappings of my everyday life. Kellan and Jericho exchange a glance, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.

"When's it supposed to happen?" Kellan asks, his brow furrowing.

A sinking feeling takes hold of my gut. "I don't know. It worked before."

Staring at the candle, I whisper Sister Miriam's name, each syllable a desperate plea. "Sister Miriam. Sister Miriam, please."

The silence stretches, broken only by my harsh breathing. Selene presses closer to my leg.

I'm about to try again when my phone rings, the sudden sound making us all jump. I fumble for it, my hands shaking as I see the unknown number on the screen.

"Hello?" My voice cracks, betraying my nerves.

"Are you an idiot?" a robotic voice demands. "Trying to access your power now could kill everyone around you!"

Jericho and Kellan stare intently at the phone, and I put it on speaker.

"Who is this?"

robotic voice sighs, the sound harsh and grating through the phone's speaker. "You're

for any hint of understanding. Kellan and Jericho exchange a bewildered look, while Marcus and

are you?" I demand, my grip tightening on the phone.

despite the robotic distortion. There's an edge to their words, something that doesn't

tapped into your power," the voice

know

Then, abruptly, the speaker changes the subject. "Lisa will soon be in safe hands. That should

veins. "What do you mean? What have

need to hurry up," the voice repeats,

his brow furrowed. "Who is this? What do you

to any wolves," the

the phone in my hand, my heart pounding. The candle flickers,

to wolves," I tell

hell was that?" Jericho demands, his eyes

my mind reeling. "But they know about my powers,

grim. "For all we know, their

throat tight. This person won't

her voice soft. "Why didn't she

at the candle's flickering flame. "I don't know. Maybe she can't,

silence stretches, heavy with all of our

say finally, my voice shaking.

part,"

from the shadows. Her black dress clings to her figure, and she walks with mincing steps. There's a cigarette holder dangling from her fingers, a slender line

of muscle and menace. Even Vanessa steps forward, her gentle face set in lines of

that's equal parts amusement and danger. "Is that

How did

identity. Unfazed by the hostility aimed toward her, she takes a long drag from her cigarette, the ember flaring bright in the dimness of

hammering against my ribs. "I did, but

come to my home?" She laughs, but it sounds oddly

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