Chapter 350 Ava: At the Perimeter

There's a pause, and when Grimoire speaks again, his tone is more serious. Do you remember what I said when we first met?

The dying, otherworldly forest flashes through my mind. But try as I might, I can't recall anything specific Grimoire might have said.

"No."

Vanessa and the others don't even look at me as I speak; they're all used to my one-sided conversations at this point. Of course, very few people know about Grimoire, but they all know about Selene.

Who's ignoring our conversation as she hops through the snow, tail high.

I mentioned that you have wards all over your soul.

The words trigger a vague recollection, and I frown. "I... yes, I think I remember that now." But why wouldn't I remember something so important? At least, it sounds important.

It's precisely because of the wards on your soul.

Hmm.

What are these wards? Selene's voice echoes in my mind, her curiosity palpable.

Grimoire sighs, a sound that reverberates through my consciousness. I've been trying to figure that out myself.

"Wait, what?" I blurt out, earning a curious glance from Vanessa. I wave her off with a smile, focusing on the conversation only I can hear. "You don't know what they are?"

I don't know every literal thing about the world, Ava, he retorts, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. I only know what I've witnessed over the centuries.

Have your memories faded since being with Ava? Selene asks him.

Absolutely not, Grimoire replies firmly. My knowledge and memories remain intact.

She stops her playful bounding through the snow, turning to stare at the messenger bag where Grimoire rests in his book form. Her ice-blue eyes narrow, and I can sense her jealousy.

"Why are you suddenly bringing this up?" I ask, absently patting the bag, as if making sure Selene hasn't grabbed at it and hauled him away to chew on his spine.

She's done that a couple times when he really got on her nerves.

repeated failures at integrating you with the pack bond, I still believe it's possible. These wards

the Westwood Pack. It's not as strong as what others

your bond with Selene and

wards on souls before?" I'm curious as to the extent of

they're simpler. Protection spells, curses, that sort of thing. But

put there over time. I first thought they were to hide your powers, but you don't seem

shift,

wolf. Maybe it is suppressing

just north of us.

form as she breaks

of concern crosses my

can one of the them accompany Vanessa? Just to be

course, Luna." He signals to one of the wolves, who trots off after the

It's not as difficult as it was months ago. My muscles have grown stronger, more accustomed to grueling hikes. I can feel the

and the remaining three bodyguard wolves fall into formation behind me as

turn my attention back to Grimoire. "So, what's your plan? You wouldn't bring up these wards without having an idea in

mind. I've been considering a ritual that might help us understand these wards better,

an eyebrow, intrigued.

ancient practice, one that allows a person to delve into their own soul. To see and interact with the very essence

intense.

carries risks, Grimoire admits. But this

been quietly listening, chimes in. I don't

against my skin tells me we've arrived, and I replenish this ward as I did the last. But this time, instead of leaving for

the benefits outweigh the

don't even know

me guess. I can get lost inside my soul or

goes silent for a long time,

Benefits don't match

own curiosity, Selene snaps at

furrowed, concern etched across his weathered features. I

worry, Marcus. I'm not about to do anything stupid or risky," I

slightly, but the worry doesn't completely leave his eyes. "Of course, Luna.

have been there the entire time, Grimoire mutters, sounding

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