"Breathe. Deeper. Let your thoughts go quiet."Willow's voice was a low hum in the candlelit room. She sat cross-legged on the floor across from Aria, her hands resting on her knees, palms up. Blue-white light pulsed gently from her fingertips—a guide, an anchor.Aria closed her eyes and breathed. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Each breath slower than the last, sinking deeper into herself.The world outside faded. The castle. The competition. Knox and her father and the blood moon counting down. All of it fell away, layer by layer, like peeling skin from an onion, until nothing was left but the dark, warm space inside her own chest.Where the wolf waited.Where Morgana waited."I'm here," Aria thought.The darkness shifted. Not with light—with presence. Something vast and old and endlessly patient filling the space around her like water filling a basin.Then she was somewhere else.A forest. Not Thornwood—this one was older, wilder, with trees so tall their canopy blocked
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