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215 Ava: Going to Sister Miriam Again (1)

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 s nt 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

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a desperate plen. "Sister Miriam. Ster 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. "T ng 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?"

grating through the phone's speaker.

bewildered look, while Marcus and Liam simply shake their heads. "Who are you?" I

me."

frustration evident despite the robotic distortion. There's an edge to their words, something that doesn't translate through whatever filter they're using. "You've tapped into your power," the voice continues,

you know that?" I

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absence of sound almost deafening. Then, abruptly, the

"What do you mean? What have you done with

repeats,

brow furrowed. "Who is this? What do you

talk to any wolves," the speaker snarls, and the line goes

my hand, my heart pounding. The candle flickers, casting eerie

they won't talk to wolves," I tell Kellan, who huffs out a long breath, looking

hell was that?" Jericho demands, his eyes

I whisper, my mind reeling. "But they know about my powers, and they said something about Lisa. Said she would

runs a hand through his hair, his expression grim. "For all we know, their safe

person won't answer questions, and knows too

about Sister Miriam?" Vanessa asks, her

to Sister

at the candle's flickering flame.

silence stretches, heavy with

finally, my voice shaking. "We have to do

the part," a

her figure, and she walks with mincing steps. There's a cigarette holder dangling from her fingers, a slender line of smoke curling toward the ceiling.

blink, a wall of muscle and

Miriam merely arches a brow, her ruby lips curving in a smile that's equal parts amusement and

greet a guest, child?"

Miriam! How

any way to

one relaxes, even after hearing her identity. Unfazed by the hostility aimed toward her, she takes a long drag from her cigarette, the ember flaring bright in the dimness of the room. "You called me, did you

against my ribs. "I did, but I thought it didn't

home?" She laughs, but it sounds oddly

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his shoulders tense. "Who are

many things, wolf. But to you,

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now?" Jericho growls, his hand twitching toward

stepping forward to touch the back of his shoulder. "She's here to help."

so am I.