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.

still believe it's possible. These wards are the problem, Ava. They're blocking you from full integration

I feel connected to the Westwood Pack. It's

you feel, Grimoire explains, is likely supplemented by your bond with Selene and

curious as to the extent of his knowledge

he admits. Usually, they're simpler. Protection spells, curses, that sort of thing.

they were put there over time. I first thought they were to hide your powers, but

shift, Selene

is suppressing

north of us. I'll meet you at

watching her retreating form as she breaks off

flicker of concern crosses my

the them accompany Vanessa? Just to be

nods, his expression stoic. "Of 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.

behind me as I

Grimoire. "So, what's your plan? You wouldn't

in my mind. I've been considering a ritual

an eyebrow, intrigued.

into their own soul. To see and interact with the very essence

sounds... intense. And

But this could

chimes in. I

this ward as I did the last. But this time, instead of leaving for the next, I clear a patch of snow and sit

like the benefits outweigh the

don't even know the risks

me guess. I can get lost

for a long time, before reluctantly

Benefits don't match

Selene snaps at him, coming

brow is furrowed, concern etched across his weathered features. I realize he

about to do anything stupid or risky," I assure him, offering a

doesn't completely leave his eyes. "Of

Grimoire mutters, sounding almost petulant.

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