Chapter 403 Ava: It Isn't There

Buoyed by my mate's support, though dreading what Ivy's situation might mean—for her and for all of us—I scurry through the packed trails of camp, unsurprised as fresh snow flutters through the sky. It feels like we snow more days than not.

Find out anything yet? I reach out to Grimoire, who's been silent. I can sense Selene watching, but have no idea what he's doing. Sometimes I wish I could just pull his expertise into my head so I don't have to take the long route of actually learning how to do things myself.

Don't be lazy, he chides.

Okay, but did you discover anything yet?

He's silent, leaving my brain to itch as I wait for his response. Finally, he does.

No.

Helpful.

Don't blame me. I'm limited in my abilities until you get here.

"I'm not blaming you," I grumble, almost slipping over a patch of re-freeze. The temperature's plummeted, more than I'd think it would. The sky isn't even fully grayed out.

My magic wriggles in my belly, and I realize I've covered myself in a light layer of warmth without thinking twice.

Like autopilot, but the magical version.

Nice.

Stop being impressed with yourself and hurry up.

"I am, I am." Picking up the pace, I notice a small group of wolves headed toward the debriefing tent. My connection with the pack is not as defined as it should be, but I can vaguely sense that they're Westwood wolves. Must be a scout party coming in.

come with good news.

You're slowing down again.

nudge kicks me

a stark contrast to the crisp winter air outside. My boots squeak against the freshly mopped floor as I enter, and I wave at the receptionist—someone I've seen several times, yet still can't remember her name. She

murmurs as I

it's pretty

you can't use that word.

"Sorry—" I surreptitiously peek at her little

knock on the wooden frame of her desk. "Better safe

apologetic grin, I head

shoulder, throwing me off balance. My hand flies to the wall to

hair falling forward to obscure his features. His shoulders hunch as he hurries past

go, unease prickling at the base of my neck. There's something about his posture, his

pack bond assures me he's a

one of Ivy's little fans. Probably didn't want to be

Vanessa stands in the doorway, her

throat. "No. Even with

into the room, her grip tight on my arm. "Come see for

plastered to

catches my attention isn't her physical state—it's the corruption inside her. The darkness pulses like a

light fills the room. Grimoire materializes beside me in his adult

her hand," he commands, his voice deep and resonant.

for Ivy's hand. Her skin burns against mine, and the contact amplifies the

her. His hands hover over her body, trailing ethereal light. After a moment,

hands again, more deliberately this time. "I can't make contact with

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