Sera's Pov
Kael was gone again.
I sat on the edge of the unfamiliar bed, staring at the empty doorway as if he might return any second. But the silence stretched on, unbroken. He had left early that morning—no warning, no goodbye. Just vanished. Like he always did.
From what I had pieced together, Kael had some way of slipping back and forth between here and the fortress without being noticed. That alone told me more than he ever had. Wolves couldn't just disappear and reappear at will. He was using magic. I still couldn't quite wrap my head around it. Kael, using spells? It didn't make sense.
We weren't born with the ability to cast spells. Our kind channeled raw energy through our forms, not words or symbols. Magic belonged to witches, sorcerers, the occasional elf. But wolves? We weren't made that way.
Or so I had believed.
According to Denise, I was wrong.
