Chapter - 7

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Fiona- POV Veronica and I both sensed there was something special about the necklace. She glanced between Flint and me, then broke the silence. “Um, Fiona, Your Majesty. How about we have breakfast and discuss this further?” Flint, standing close enough for me to feel his warmth. His tone was formal. “I have some errands to run. Maybe next time." With that, he turned back toward the forest, disappearing into the shadows. As I watched him leave, Veronica’s voice pulled me back to the present. “They must have used a sleeping spell on us last night,” she said as she helped me toward the house. I leaned on her for support, my mind still spinning. “Then why didn’t it work on me?” I murmured, more to myself than to her. Veronica thought for a moment. “Maybe it’s the necklace. I read in Shifter magazines that its natural properties create a protective shield against magic. It could have kept the spell from affecting you.” Her words hung between us as we stepped inside. But there could be another reason—maybe because I’m human, magic doesn’t work on me. Whatever the case, there were more pressing matters to deal with. Aunt Rose, Veronica’s mother, met us at the door, her face etched with worry. “Fiona, what happened? You look like you’ve been through a battle.” “Calm down, Mom,” Veronica interjected, trying to keep the mood light. Aunt Rose took a breath, then turned to me. “Let’s get you cleaned up first. I’ll bring some medicine for those bruises and your ankle.” I settled onto the bed, grateful for the rest, as Aunt Rose returned with breakfast. Toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon with a side of orange juice—a small comfort after the chaos. As I ate, she sat beside me. “Veronica told me everything. Even about your... dreams.” I paused, meeting her eyes. “It’s just a dream, Aunt Rose. No one takes those seriously, especially when it means trusting strangers.” “Fiona, there’s nothing shameful about visions. Mystical beings don’t see dreams the way humans do,” Aunt Rose explained gently. I sighed, frustration bubbling up. “But I’m human, not a shifter. Visions shouldn’t mean anything.” She reached out, squeezing my hand with a reassuring smile. “You might be a late shifter. Your parents were dragon shifters, after all. Have faith in your visions. We’re here for you every step of the way.” Her words and the warmth in her voice eased some of the tension in my chest. I smiled back, grateful for the support. After breakfast and the medicine Aunt Rose provided, exhaustion claimed me, and I drifted into a deep sleep. I woke up in the late afternoon, groggy but more rested. As I stretched, I noticed a shiny envelope on the table that hadn’t been there before. It had one word for the sender: Phoebe, and my name was written neatly on the front. “Veronica!” I called, and she burst through the door, eyes wide with worry. “What’s wrong?” “It’s this envelope,” I said, holding it up. “Did you put this here?” She frowned, stepping closer. “No, I didn’t, and my parents are both out... so where did it come from?” The name Phoebe echoed in my mind. I knew I’d heard it before. Veronica seemed to remember something, too. “The Phoebe clan—my mother told me they’re a group of good witches. Shifters who needed healing often went to them.” Curiosity sparked in her eyes. “Open it, Fiona. Let’s see what it says.” I tore open the letter, revealing neat, old-fashioned handwriting: --- Ms. Fiona Jones, I extend my deepest condolences for the loss of your parents. Please forgive the lateness of this message. As per your father’s wishes, we have safeguarded his last will and testament. We request that you meet us at the provided address alone. Do not be alarmed; you are not in danger. The Prostasia stone you received is a symbol of our clan’s protection. I look forward to meeting you. --- Veronica read the letter over my shoulder, her expression turning serious. “Are you going to meet them, Fiona?” she asked, her voice hushed. I nodded, a shiver of uncertainty running through me. “I don’t have much choice. Whoever’s after me isn’t going to stop, and this might be the only chance to find answers. It’s for tomorrow, so I’ll go.” “I’ll drop you off and wait nearby,” Veronica offered, determination in her voice. Emotion swelled in my chest as I hugged her. “You’ve always been there for me, Veronica. Thank you.” She squeezed me back, then pulled away, eyes serious. “The pack is on high alert after the rogue attack. Alpha Luke’s made sure we’re patrolling day and night, so you’ll be safe here until you leave.” Knowing that Veronica’s pack—Redwood—had my back brought a sense of relief. Alpha Luke had taken me in without hesitation, letting me stay with Veronica’s family when I had nowhere else to go. For the first time in what felt like days, I allowed myself to hope.
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