Eldur's POV
Later that evening, after Ollie had emptied my fridge like a plague of locusts, Mai had danced around my living room celebrating my "emotional evolution," and Liam had threatened to take my fire poker and stab it into the wall if Ollie played one more cheesy pop song—everyone was finally ready to leave.
I stood by the center of the room, letting my magic stir beneath my skin, the way a storm gathers in the air before it cracks open the heavens. A silver portal shimmered into existence, swirling with a lazy, graceful spin. "Mai, Liam, Ollie—your portal awaits," I said with a mock bow.
Mai curtsied dramatically. "Why thank you, your Royal Wolfness."
"I'll be seeing you soon lover boy." Ollie smirk while clutching a bunch of my snacks in his arms.
Liam snorted as they all stepped through, their figures swallowed by light and silence. The portal closed with a soft snap, and for a moment, everything felt still.
Alone now.
