Chapter 80

• The golden sun hangs high in the clear morning sky, its warm rays filtering through the lush canopy and casting dappled shadows across the forest clearing where Mom and I train. The earthy scent of pine needles and rich soil fills my nostrils as I inhale deeply, relishing the crisp autumn air. For the past month, she’s been patiently guiding me, helping me harness and master the powers that course through my veins - the same awe-inspiring abilities as my aunt, the power to shield and protect my fellow werewolves.
• In our sleek wolf forms, we move with fluid grace and agility, our glossy black fur shimmering like obsidian in the honeyed light. Though I didn’t inherit my father’s russet coat, I wear my own with pride. It feels exhilarating and freeing to embrace my wolf side again after so long, my muscles rippling beneath my fur as we dance through our rigorous training session. Jane stands in the open field with us, her presence crucial for the training. The soft susurration of the breeze through the turning leaves provides a soothing backdrop.
• “Focus, Aura,” Mom’s gentle yet firm voice echoes in my mind. “A witch’s attack can come swiftly and without warning. You must be prepared to defend yourself and your packmates at a moment’s notice.”