Vireya's POV
When I returned home, Zevarion had already gathered a few essentials. Moments later, the shaman arrived, she carried a woven basket in her hands, the scent of meat, bread and honey wafting from it.
“You’ll need this,” she said gently, handing it to me.
I met her eyes and nodded.
“Thank you for all you’ve done,” Zevarion said, his voice low with sincerity. “Should we go see the Alpha first?”
“That’s a good idea,” she replied with a knowing smile.
We rode in a carriage to the castle. When we told him of our departure, sorrow flickered across his face, but he did not protest. Instead, he offered us his blessing and a few gifts.
The shaman walked with us to the edge of the woods. Her staff tapped softly against the earth as the wind picked up. The wind swirled, thickening, twirling into a spiral of light. A portal cracked open before us.
We bowed in gratitude, I took one last look of Valmora with a heavy sigh before crossing the portal.
The warmth of that enchanted realm fad
