Selene sneezes several times, drawing Magister Orion's attention. "Ah, it seems your companion is allergic to our wards," he remarks, his tone sympathetic.
I frown, glancing down at Selene. "But she hasn't sneezed once since entering the Fae Ward."
Behind us, Layla snorts, amusement coloring her voice. "Magical wards and the Fae Ward are two completely separate things, you know."
Magister Orion nods, his expression kind as he explains, "Magical wards are a form of protection, and some wolves are particularly sensitive to their existence."
Selene sneezes again, as if to punctuate his point, and I reach down to stroke her fur soothingly. The enormity of the situation sinks in—I'm standing in a magical tower, in a place that doesn't really seem to exist in my world, surrounded by Fae and a powerful (presumably?) wizard, about to embark on a journey to control powers I barely understand.
It's like a freaking movie.
This doesn't feel real at all.
