Nova's POV
We were leaving. Just like that.
The giant Daegon estate—where the walls hummed with magic and the halls echoed with laughter, love, and sometimes werewolf growling—was behind us. Eldur stood next to me, his white hair catching the light like spun frost. He was tense, jaw clenched like he was holding something back. I could feel it in the way his hand hovered above my shoulder instead of resting on it.
"I packed your favorite hoodie," he said suddenly.
I looked at him, blinking. "The green one?"
"No. The black one that says I bite. It's very... you." His lips twitched.
I snorted, then turned to say goodbye to Elizabeth, who was hugging me gently, her chin resting on top of my head.
"You'll feel your legs again soon, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice low and sure. "Don't worry. Your story isn't finished. It's only just beginning."
Something about the way she said it made my heart flutter.
