[Ovelia's POV]
The morning air stung my cheeks as we stepped outside, crisp and fresh after the warmth of the inn. The fairy dart into my dress pocket, his tiny body pressing against the fabric as his prism wings emitted a faint glow.
"I'm full," came his muffled voice, followed by the sound of tiny hands patting a satisfied stomach. "All the food was delicious." His words slurred slightly with contentment.
My lips curved upward despite myself. His simple joy cut through the morning's tension like sunlight through clouds. But when I glanced up, I found Shin, Colt and Kai staring at my pocket with varying degrees of suspicion. Colt's nostrils flared visibly, his werewolf senses undoubtedly detecting something unusual.
"Lady Ovelia, what's that s—" Colt began, his head tilting in open curiosity.
