"The fiercest storms are not born in the sky, but in the hearts of those who refuse to be silenced."
The gardens had quieted since Niko left me with her spell stitched across my skin like a veil. I could still feel it, fainting and strange, as if someone had drawn a curtain over the very marrow of my being. My scent muted, my power muffled, and my heart was restless.
Of course, it was not long before Black my wolf spoke up, "You let her muzzle us."
The voice curled through my thoughts like smoke, smooth, deep, and undeniably smug. He had never been the patient sort, and tonight was no exception. "I didn't let her muzzle us," I muttered aloud, just in case anyone was close enough to hear me talking to myself and mistake it for eccentricity rather than possession. "She only… helped, temporarily."
