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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.

If an incident were to occur, would we be able to

feel their apprehension radiating off them in waves, mingling

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

wolves?"

emotion I can't quite decipher-anger? Resentment? Something else entirely? "My personal feelings are irrelevant," he says, his tone clipped. "What matters is the

trying to process his words. Having to use the word endure

from time to time? Once a

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at my feet, her discomfort palpable as

sneezes once more.

"Three times?"

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

warn me of the importance

affectation of 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.

air, heavy with

someone I've

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

Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone were the names given to each priestess," Magister Orion continues, a hint of amusement creeping into his tone, "though none of them were mothers, and none of them were old enough to be

you're too boring. Let me explain it

the Crone was the one to

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

sounds ominous, which is absolutely what she's going

out there, hidden away, waiting for the right person to find it. Others believe it was destroyed, lost forever. And

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

lecture are so dry! Nobody wants to

found it quite

little sprite. Some of us enjoy the pursuit of knowledge." Waving her off with one massive hand, 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