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Ava?

Ava!

Selene's mental shout has me shaking my head, startled. I'm back, and it's like I was never gone.

Ava, are you listening?

"Sorry. What is it?"

Selene stands in front of me, her ears twitching. You were here, but our bond was silent. Like you were far away.

"Ah." Clearing my throat, which is parched now that I've returned, I blink until I adjust to the darkness of my room, compared to the brightness of that magical place I was in just moments ago. "Selene, what does the Moon Goddess look like?"

Why do you ask? Selene's head tilts, her icy eyes studying me with an intensity that would be unnerving if I wasn't so used to it by

now.

I glance at Marcus, who stands sentinel by the door, before focusing my thoughts inward. It's so much harder to think this way, and I wonder if it will ever feel completely natural. I think I met her. The Moon Goddess.

Selene's confusion ripples through our bond. She was never here,

Ava.

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I know. We were somewhere else.

You never left the room. Selene's voice in my mind is tinged with concern, her mental words hesitant.

I think my consciousness did. It was like my spirit traveled to this magical place. I struggle to find the words to describe the ethereal experience. Even my body felt real there.

Selene's worry intensifies, a cold thread winding through my thoughts. Will it happen again?

I don't know. Absently stroking the pages of the book in my lap, I think back, trying to focus on the details. Yet the memories are already fading, vivid pictures blurring in my mind's eye. There was a woman there. She called herself Selena. She spoke to me about my magic, about embracing it.

I don't know what the Moon Goddess looks like. I can't remember, Selene admits. Though, they say she appears differently to everyone who sees her. Some even see her as a wolf. She pauses. think I saw her as a wolf.

Nodding, I look down at the book again, my gaze drawn to the strange runic text that dances across the pages. Each symbol seems to breathe with a life of its own, pulsing in a mesmerizing rhythm. What are you doing? Selene's question breaks through my fascination.

I

text. Trying to figure out how I'm supposed to learn to read it."

<

Goddess

there is no text.

my finger stilling on the page. "What do you mean? It's right here.

skull. The pages are blank,

stare at the book, at the undéniable

you come here for

caution, boots heavy, each thud a countdown to the answer I know he's going to give.

ma'am?"

point to the open book. "Can you

leans over, his brows knitting together as

chill skitters down my spine as I look between Marcus and Selene. How is it possible that I can see these cryptic words so clearly while they perceive only emptiness? Ava, what does this mean? Selene's

I can feel the warmth and tingling against my palm. I think it has something to do

offering silent comfort. We'll figure it out.

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it out

get through it

We'll do it together.

we're never together for

of Selene being somehow separate from my magic. Why can't she see what I can? Why

isn't some sort of

It isn't, Selene insists.

beyond my grasp. It's

I focus on them. They flow across the pages with a simple, elemental beauty. Like

a work of art that speaks to my soul even as

at something deep inside me, at that core of glowing warmth within

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I can't

distant echo, a whisper in the back of

breathe, my fingers trembling as they

feel Selene's frustration, her longing to share in this experience. But no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to project. the images into her mind.

heart aching at the distance between us. I don't know how

against my leg, offering silent comfort even as I sense her unease. It's okay,

my fingertips, a warmth that spreads up my arms and into my chest. It's like the book is calling to me, urging me to delve

secrets.

amazement, the runes begin to move in a way that I

new patterns, new shapes. I watch, transfixed, as they slowly coalesce into something

Letters.