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She looked like she could hold her own in a fight, not just a spellbook. "You must be Megan," she said, her voice smooth but firm. "I’ve heard quite a bit about you." "Good things, I hope?" I asked, stepping into the room. "That depends on how well you do today," she said with a smirk. The training space was open and surprisingly cozy. Soft lighting, shelves of crystals and herbs, a worn spellbook open on a desk, and a faint smell of lavender and smoke in the air. “First lesson,” Carol said, turning to face me. “Magic isn’t about repeating words or waving your hands. It’s about energy. Control. Intent. You're a hybrid, your werewolf instincts will want to react. But magic requires precision.

"I said help, not heal." Her eyes narrowed. "What does that mean?" "It means," I whispered, raising my hand and pressing it to the side of her decaying temple, "that what I'm about to do is going to teach you a valuable lesson." I let my magic flow. It wasn't warm. It was sharp. Precise. Burning.

“Magic here grows in stages. Builds on itself. Follows each cast that came before it. Without understanding the flow you will destroy your work or possibly yourself.” The entire class leaned forward. I stayed very still, why the fuck am I even in this class when I don’t have magic like others. I had no magic. No stages. No flow. Just fear and raw panic and the wild hope that I would not be killed by an exploding spell. The professor wrote something in the air and it hovered over us. “Let us begin. Channel your magic into the first sequence.” The class obeyed. The room filled with glowing shapes and swirling colors.

Rosalie joined the chorus while Andrew raised his glass, to which Hugh topped it up with champagne. Matteo was sitting beside Vivianne. He quietly said something to her, making her giggle sweetly. None of them paid attention to me as I stood there in the doorway. I had once tried so hard to be part of their family, but now, I finally understood that leaving this place was the only way to retain my last shred of dignity.

Damian tried to deny it. I raised my right hand and began to chant an ancient spell. "Let time rewind." Golden light formed a massive magical screen in the center of the hall. Damian and Isla's conversation in the secret room played out for everyone to see: "Her power is too great. We need to find a way to take it." "A bloodline curse is the only way. We'll use our child's blood as the medium." "Once we succeed, she'll become a common human, and you will have all her magic."

I laugh a little, shaking my head at her, not getting it. “Please, Faiza. Explain.” “Look, close-up magic is nerdy as hell,” she says, leaning forward and talking to me seriously now. “But it teaches you a great deal about how to do things in plain sight. And if you can’t even sneak marbles into your sexy brother’s pockets –“ “Oh, don’t be gross,” I sigh, wrinkling my nose at her again. She just laughs, grinning at me, “then you clearly need to learn how to be faster and sneakier with your hands. It all makes sense.”

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

It’s a stark departure from the light, defensive magic Kris taught me, but necessity dictates I adapt. Nastassja opens the grimoire, her fingers tracing the ancient symbols on the page. “We start with a binding spell. It’s essential for stopping someone in their tracks—useful if you need to escape or gain the upper hand in a confrontation.” As we delve into the spells, I realize the complexity and power involved. Nastassja is a demanding teacher, precise and critical, but I can feel myself growing stronger, more confident in my abilities.