Morgana woke me at dawn which I was starting to suspect was a witch thing because nobody voluntarily got up this early unless they were trying to prove a point about discipline or whatever.
"Up." She pulled the curtains open and sunlight stabbed directly into my retinas. "We have two days left and you're still fighting your magic like it's the enemy."
I was fighting it because every time I tried to use witch magic on top of my wolf shadows and vampire blood control my body decided to shut down in protest, but pointing that out seemed like admitting defeat so I just dragged myself out of bed and tried not to focus on how every muscle ached from yesterday's magical beat-down.
Draven had left sometime in the night—pack business or Alpha King business or just giving me space to sleep without worrying about him worrying about me through the bond—and the bed felt wrong without his weight in it, which was ridiculous because I'd slept alone for two years and been fine.
