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Fiona - POV He woke up early that morning, his eyes shadowed with uncertainty but fixed on me. From the moment he opened his mouth, he followed me like a shadow. "Hey, Fiona," he said, his voice trembling slightly, "let me serve you. I really have no purpose in life." We were preparing to leave the forest when Flint began packing our bags. The dense, earthy air clung to us, and the chirping of birds filled the silence between us. Flint still struggled with teleporting, so we had no choice but to walk out of the forested area together. I sighed, glancing at him. "I'll take you to the shifter realm, Nick," I said, my voice softer than I intended. "But I can't promise they'll accept a warlock into their society. I need to check with Flint first." Flint didn’t trust Nick. His reluctance w