"Magister Orion." A little concerned at how the strange man who claims to be my teacher will respond to my next words, I brace myself once more for the flood of emotions that might roll off him. "I understand your wish for me to stay here and learn from you, but it is impossible for me to stay here for as long as you wish. And with my wolf unable to tolerate your wards, it makes it even more impractical."
Wiw be fwine.
"No, it won't be."
Magister Orion's brow furrows as he scrutinizes Selene, his gaze sharp and assessing. The air thickens with tension.
Finally, he turns to me, his expression unreadable.
"If you cannot remain here in the Fae Ward, Ava Grey, then it is my duty as your mentor to go where you go."
Layla and Tinker erupt into a chorus of protests, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of disbelief.
