Chapter 29. The Lycan's Dinner

I reached the sanctuary of the room, throwing myself onto the bed, and eventually drifted off, plunging into a tumult of strange dreams. In one of them, I found myself in a mysterious village, where a mysterious woman was guiding me in the intonation of a rejuvenation spell:

“The posture during the incantation is crucial,” she insisted, keeping her gaze sharp while gently tapping the young girl's belly. “Keep your elbow raised, open your arms wider, and feel the control of the air.”

The young girl, whose eyes were a fascinating blend of equally intense blue and green, countered with determination: “I'm trying, really!”

The woman was not satisfied, and her voice took on a stern tone. “You're not trying hard enough, Philippa!”

Philippa? Mom? She looked so different—young and with eyes that were not the same as the ones I knew. A sense of bewilderment enveloped me.

“Why do I have to train so much if I have a natural gift?” Philippa frowned and stamped h