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When I regained consciousness, I was standing in an entirely new world. A familiar male voice echoed beside me. “Thank you, Olivia. It’s thanks to you that we can continue our experiment. We admire your kindness, your forgiveness, and your calmness. We formally invite you to become an interdimensional traveler. As your reward, you will be able to travel across different worlds and live different lives. None of your emotions will ever be punished by the System.” The next second, a communication screen appeared in front of me, and I was successfully connected.

I whisper. “You came! You shot a load and moaned while calling the wolf’s name and then I felt a click and like something missing was found. That’s fucking insane, but it happened!,” Aiden says, his eyes now black again. “It’s the soul link. I don’t understand it. Willow says it’s rare even among witches, but we share it and so does Hikaru,” I explain. “We can feel, hear and see her thoughts and feelings and apparently physical sensations as well.”

“You’re tall. I hate tall.” “Sorry.” “Oh, it’s not your fault. Just me. Hurts my neck looking up all the time.” She fidgeted, pushing her glasses back. “Speaking of ghosts, did you know fluoride causes the calcification of the pineal gland, shutting down our so-called sixth sense? This, along with the parents who condition their children from a young age by telling them such things aren’t real, is what basically closes the veil and keeps it closed. Most people can’t even see the resonance of the ghosts around them. Wouldn’t you agree?”

The air was filled with the soothing sound of rushing water, and I could feel the presence of the spirits all around us. "This place feels sacred," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. Alder nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "The ancient spirits are here. We just need to call out to them." Taking a deep breath, we stood together, forming a circle with our hands clasped. Closing my eyes, I reached out with my mind, trying to connect with the spirits that dwelled within the forest. "Great spirits of the Enchanted Forest, we seek your guidance," I called out, my voice clear and unwavering.

We all agree to let her take the lead on this one because she had done many séances in her lifetime. “Everyone hold hands and close your eyes. Try to clear your mind of any negative or unwanted thoughts.” My mother says. I can feel Coles hands become sweaty, so I give his hand a little squeeze. I want him to feel comfortable and give him reassurance. “Spirits of the North, South, East, and West we call upon you for guidance. We ask that you tell us of any dangers in the near future.” She asks the spirits. Nothing is happening. “Come on Come on Come on,” I whisper to myself. Everything goes still. The late summer crickets stop chirping. A gust of wind hits us blowing out the candles.

I declared. Logan called out to me, his voice filled with fear. "Selene, no! Come back!" But I couldn't turn away. I could feel the spirits reaching for me, their whispers growing louder. "Help us," they cried, their voices full of despair. I focused on the light within me, drawing on the magic of the moon. "I will help you!" I shouted, my heart racing. As I reached out, the rift pulsed again, and I felt a surge of energy. The spirits began to calm, their anger fading as they turned toward me. "Thank you," they whispered.

By now, he already knew the temperature I wanted. We’d come this far, learning a lot about each other, only for one person, who was supposed to be dead, to come between us, breaking what we fought hard to have. Blade is yours. Someone whispered in my head. I closed my eyes, wanting to know more if the spirits were talking to me. I knew many gifted witches were able to communicate with them in their ordinary days without summoning them. Could I do it as well? Or was I just hallucinating that I could?

“Yes, now that you mention it, I’ve never taken the time to be quiet and just let things flow before. It’s an amazing feeling.” Megan cocked her head while she studied the nonsense that she’d written down as it came from my mouth. “I believe that if I take my time, there’s actually a formula here. It’s either what we need to counter that nasty powder for the vampires or it’s the spell to protect the house. Since I don’t know what spirits you are working with, I can’t tell.” “Different spirits focus on different things?” I said with surprise. Even if I was still on the fence about all of this, I couldn’t deny what

“But I already tried to speak to her. She never responded once to me.” “Not in that way. The way we need you to reach out to her, is through a method more… ‘spiritual’ in nature,” Patricia explained. “Call it a ritual or a séance or anything of the sort. The point is that we will be having you look deeper into yourself for your wolf, so that you can speak to her yourself in the one place she feels most safe; inside of you. Inside the deepest depths of your soul.”