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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.

toward the wolves. If an incident were to occur, would we

postures tense and alert. I can feel their apprehension radiating off them in waves, mingling with my

Magister Orion, my voice carefully measured. "Magister Orion, forgive me for asking, but how can you handle being on pack lands

wolves?"

else entirely? "My personal feelings are irrelevant," he says, his tone clipped. "What matters is the greater purpose. If teaching you requires me to endure

words. Having to use the word endure when thinking about spending time

I simply travel to see you from time to time? Once a week?" The horror on his

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shifts restlessly at my feet, her

sneezes once more.

"Three times?"

"If only the Crone's teachings weren't lost to us." "Crone's?" This is a new word, but something deep within

to warn me of the importance

the blessing of the gods. The witches of old." His voice resonates through the room, taking on the cadence of a professor in a lecture hall. "They carried

air, heavy with the weight

of Life is someone I've never heard of; as

it's usually God. Some few in the area even speak of Allah, but my

Orion continues, a hint of amusement creeping into his tone, "though

sighs. "Magister, you're too boring. Let me explain it

see, Ava, the Crone was the one to record the teachings and knowledge of

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when all the gods did, which is considered the beginning of the downfall of magic" The doom resonating in

sounds ominous, which is absolutely what she's

her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Some say the Crone's book is still out there, hidden away, waiting for the right person to find it. Others believe it was destroyed, lost forever. And then

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

Magister, your lecture are

actually found it quite

she scurries away, her wings whirring. "Pay no mind to the vapid gnome, Ava Grey. Her conspiracies are