Ovelia's POV
The male fairy still rested gently in my hands, his tiny body warm and fragile. I wasn't sure if I should call him Wind—he hadn't answered my question earlier. His rainbow wings shimmered faintly, and his gray eyes stared up at me with an unreadable expression.
"Ovelia, the fight is over," Ann said, her voice calm but firm. She stood beside me, her gray eyes scanning the area for any lingering threats.
I glanced toward Ace and saw him walking toward Ray, Philip, and the other allied werewolves. Relief washed over me as I realized they were all safe. The tension in my chest eased, and I felt a slight smile tug at my lips.
Ann crouched low, her fur brushing against my legs. "Hop on, Ovelia. It's safe now. We can go closer to them. And you can hug Sir Ace," she teased, her tone playful.
"Ann, you're always teasing me," I said, my cheeks flushing as I climbed onto her back.
