#Chapter 124: One Door Closes, Another Opens

Tessa

I stood in the bathroom, staring at the small vial of murky green oil that the witch had given me. The liquid inside seemed to swirl on its own, catching the dim light from the vanity. I uncorked it, the faint scent of herbs and something earthy wafting up to meet me.

One drop, she had said. Just one drop beneath my tongue before bed, and I might be able to communicate with my wolf—properly—