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I gather the herbs and salts she recommends, letting their fragrance soothe my nerves as I soak, picturing every worry dissolving into the water. Next, I dedicate specific times each day to meditation. At first, my mind resists, racing with thoughts of the pack, the ritual, and the secrets that swirl around Amara and our past. But gradually, through patience and practice, I find small moments of stillness—pockets of peace where I can simply breathe. In these moments, I begin to sense the faintest stirrings of the counterpart within me, waiting to be set free.

Each member embraced their role in the grand tapestry of our existence, driven by the knowledge that their actions would shape the future. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, I sat in my room, preparing for my nightly meditation. The room was hushed, the only sound was the gentle rustle of pages as I leafed through the ancient books. In the stillness, a faint echo reached my ears. It was a murmur, a melody of distant voices that seemed to call out to me. Intrigued, I closed my eyes, allowing the melody to guide me deeper into my meditation.

Is unknown. It's like a dream to know where we go. In space, no one follows our way. To quit is not the path. To quit is not the way. I am hurt. You are too in pain. All tattered, shattered since ages on earth. But the mind now thinks and says, what a fuss? Pain dwells within. In search of peace. Forced meditation. Does it even help? The pain begins anew after each meditative step. I am not healed. I am not with self one when the world is against me.

She read the prompts from the book, keeping her tone low and soft to not disrupt our mediation process. “Imagine you are at the beach. Imagine what you can feel. What you can hear. What you can smell. Can you feel the soft and warm sand under your bare toes? Can you smell the salt from the ocean and hear the waves coming to shore? Can you feel the light breeze and the warmth of the sun? Can you hear the seagulls around the beach? Imagine that you’re safe and nobody can hurt you where you are. Nobody is in danger, and nothing can touch you. Imagine your thoughts are like clouds and you see them drifting in and out of your view of the sky. Allow these thoughts to come naturally and watch them

I relaxed, doing as she instructed, not because I wasn't afraid but because I trusted her. Soon, the purple sachet sat on the runic cloth atop a high stool, with me facing it, seated on a chair across from it. I closed my eyes, my brows knotted together as I tried to meditate. This time it was far easier. Like Elder Miriam had said, meditation was a muscle, once you started to exercise it daily, you would get better at it, doing it without thinking. But the darkness of the aura emanating from the purple sachet still stung, it was like a force, repelling me with every second.

He takes it out and dusts it well. “The Realm of Man,” he mutters. “By Mikhael Vadimovna.” This is the only book in existence which has been written by Mikhael Vadimovna. It has been preserved in the Royal Library and is not known to the public. This may have answers, Eduard thinks. He flips the book’s pages and goes through the content. “Men will only achieve inner peace if they are keeping their cognitive mind free from any disturbance,” he reads. “Meditating in the morning soothes the soul and a glass of green sprout mixed with a dash of honey will…”

Thea nodded. She answered honestly, “I was bored at home and went through a few pages. The text is written in an archaic script from a thousand years ago and records some acupuncture techniques. I didn’t understand much, but the meditation method seemed interesting. It allowed one to calm down. Once a person’s mind is clear, it’ll make it much easier to think about complicated things.” James was surprised. He never expected Thea to be able to read the words within the medical book. Moreover, she even comprehended the meditation methods.

The place where I had spent nights questioning if this was truly what my life was meant to be. Yuvonne stood beside me, her sharp green eyes scanning the space, as if trying to understand what it had meant to me. “I have a feeling that this is where you’ll be able to meditate properly,” she murmured, almost as if speaking to herself. I turned to her, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Why?” My voice came out rough, choked with emotions I hadn’t expected to surface. She hesitated, studying me with an expression I couldn’t quite place. Then, she exhaled. “You look so… so small here.” She paused, as if catching herself. “I mean—never mind. Let’s take our positions.”

Dexter remarked. I rolled my eyes. “I understand the need for professionalism in some settings, but right now, we are here by ourselves. They can relax. We all can,” I said looking at the elders. “You too. Just loosen up a bit. For a while, savour the wonderful things in life. Alfred's eyebrows went up as he gazed at me. “We do. What do you suppose meditation accomplishes? I let out a long sigh. “Look. We're open to learning things we didn't know existed. We're all adjusting to a whole new way of living. Simply allow us to be ourselves outside of formal settings. A little relaxation wouldn't hurt, in my opinion.

“Good. Now sit on that yoga mat and try to meditate. I want you to focus on your breathing. Keep meditating until I ask you to get up. Don’t get any thoughts in your mind and if they do come, let them leave your mind.” She nodded vehemently. Meditating wasn’t easy. Her mind was full of Ryder, and her parents, Ryder, her old pack, Ryder… “Damn it!” she cursed herself. She shut her eyes tightly and suddenly an image flashed across her mind—of a beautiful woman.