Mrs. Thompson inclined her head.
"Yes. That bond is not just connection—it is leverage. Use it wisely, and nothing in that space will be able to overwhelm you."
A quiet stillness settled over the lounge as Emma absorbed her words, her thoughts shifting, aligning, sharpening.
"And the wolf?" she asked after a moment. "If I reach that point again… if I'm close…"
Mrs. Thompson's expression grew more serious.
"Then don't hesitate," she said firmly. "Don't question yourself. And whatever you do… don't back away."
Her eyes locked onto Emma's.
"You stand your ground until the truth finally has nowhere left to hide."
Emma's fingers curled once more, this time steady, deliberate.
"…and what if it fights back?" she whispered.
A faint, knowing look crossed Mrs. Thompson's face.
"Then," she said quietly, "you'll finally understand what's waking up inside you."
The words lingered, quiet but heavy with meaning.
Brandon's hand remained on Emma's shoulder, solid, unyielding.
