The Forgotten Home

(Neva’s POV)

The landing wasn’t smooth.

It felt like we had been flung from the sky and slammed into the ground. My knees buckled from the impact, and Piper let out a breathless gasp beside me.

Jaxon fell on one knee, grumbling under his breath. Compared to late Aunt Vespa’s magic, which felt like a soft whisper in the wind, this ride was turbulent and rough— like a baby eagle trying to fly for th