Meditation. That’s what Maelis prescribed for Aurora.

“Don’t argue,” she said, already clearing a circle in the living room. “You stink of something strange and as a witch i can sniff out abuse of magic, and I know you touched something you shouldn’t have.” Aurora didn’t deny it, she didn't admit to anything either.

She couldn’t even if she wanted to. Her voice wasn’t working right. It scratched when she spoke. Her strength was gone again as the moonstone was still reviving itself. Her wolf was MIA again without the moonstone healing it. She’d tried to summon even the smallest spark of energy and nothing answered.

But she nodded and...