ALICE POV
The sensation of the cloaking spell was disorienting, like being wrapped in a veil of shadows. My father’s arm was a steadying presence around my shoulders, his magic weaving a protective barrier that concealed us from the prying eyes of the Werewolf Council members.
“Dad, is this like Harry Potter’s Invisibility Cloak?” I whispered, trying to lighten the mood despite the tension.
My father rolled his eyes, a familiar gesture that made me smile despite everything. “Alice, you really need to get your nose out of those fantasy books you’ve been reading since you were a child. There are no magic wands, invisibility cloaks, or basilisks.”
“What a pity,” I replied, feigning disappointment. “I was already planning my trip to Diagon Alley.”
A soft chuckle escaped him, but his expre
