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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.

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.

“The Medical Book’s second volume is incredible. It describes meditation methods that quickly expel fatigue and speed up circulation. It says that blood is a human’s core and as long as one had a healthy blood flow, any sickness is curable.” “I don’t understand.” Quincy shook her head. The things James was explaining were too profound.

Aarya “Sleep is the best meditation.” When the Dalai Lama said this, he knew the truth in those words. And I couldn’t agree more. However, fate had a different plan for me as I was born into a family of extremely early risers. And, like clockwork...

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.”

“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.

“Is there something difficult for you, Helena? Am I troubling you?” That Alpha! How could I just zip his lips for a moment of peace? As my query didn’t get any answer from Nova as well, I asked Zayden as a last resort. “Do you know anything about the stages of meditation, Alpha?” “Meditation as in for yoga or to become an immortal?” Zayden’s suspicious tone blew my head away, I hurriedly checked the letter, where nothing was mentioned in this regard. So, I read that writing out loud for better understanding.

“We don’t have a choice, Talon. Sometimes we can’t control what comes to us, and what’s meant for us always finds its way to us, whether you are ready or not.” Silence stretches between us heavily as I ponder on her words; they sink into the deepest part of my mind. It stirred something in me, but it makes me uneasy. Everything about this woman makes me uneasy. I sit on a rough bench near the trees, trying to work on my thoughts. “Come, sit with me,” she says softly. Gesturing to the ground, where she sat steadily. “Let’s meditate. I take a sharp, exasperated breath, but I can’t argue with Hosea. I lowered myself on the ground across from her, closing my eyes, trying to calm the storm in my