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"Magister Orion." A little concerned at how the strange man who claims to be my teacher will respond to my next words, I brace myself once more for the flood of emo..ons that might roll off him. *I understand your wish for me to stay here and learn from you, but it is impossible for me to stay here for as long as you wish. And with my wolf unable to tolerate your wards, it makes it even more impractical."

Wiw be fwine.

"No, it won't be."-

Magister Orion's brow furrows as he scrutinizes Selene, his gaze sharp and assessing. The air thickens with tension.

Finally, he turns to me, his expression unreadable.

"If you cannot remain here in the Fae Ward, Ava Grey, then it is my duty as your mentor to go where you go."

Layla and Tinker erupt into a chorus of protests, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of disbelief.

"Magister Orion, you can't be serious!" Layla exclaims, her eyes wide with shock. "Leaving the Fae Ward? Impossible. Your request would be rejected on the spot!"

Tinker nods vigorously, her mechanical wings fluttering in

agitation. "She's right, Magister. The Fae Ward is your domain. To leave its sanctuary is little better than," and her voice lowers to a whisper, "suicide!"

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But Magister Orion is unmoved by their objections. He rises to his full, imposing height, his voice booming like thunder. "Enough! This goes beyond convention. I will not leave my chance at a student behind." Watching the argument unfold, my stomach twists with unease. The idea of Magister Orion accompanying me back to the pack

lands fills me with dread.

wolves. If an incident were to occur, would we

feel their apprehension radiating off them in waves, mingling with my own growing

forgive me for asking, but how can you handle being on pack lands when

wolves?"

"My personal feelings are irrelevant," he says, his tone clipped. "What matters is

word endure when thinking about spending time with a pack doesn't

time? Once a week?" The horror on

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shifts restlessly at my feet, her

sneezes once more.

"Three times?"

so easily taught, child. It's a daily exercise." He rubs between his eyebrows with a sigh. "If only the Crone's teachings weren't lost

to warn me of the importance of

resonates through the room, taking on the cadence of a professor in a lecture hall. "They carried great weight on the shoulders of three priestesses who stood with

Orion's words settle in the air, heavy with the weight of lost

someone I've

Goddess. And for humans, it's usually God. Some few in the area even speak of Allah, but my father forbade

continues, a hint of amusement creeping into his tone, "though none of them

boring. Let me explain it to

lilac eyes sparkling. "You see, Ava, the Crone

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ancient book passed down through the ages to their human successors. But the Crone disappeared from the earthly realm when all the gods

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is still out there, hidden away, waiting for the

cracks like a whip, cutting off her rambling, "Go do something helpful, would

woman pouts. "But Magister, your lecture are

found it quite

he ignores her scowl as she scurries away, her wings whirring. "Pay no mind to the vapid gnome, Ava Grey. Her conspiracies are nothing more than idle chatter through