Entering the Yellow Valley pack house was like nothing Andrea had expected. The harmony and warmth of the house seemed to envelop her as soon as she stepped over the threshold into the foyer. Like a fresh breeze after a hot night, a feeling of hope and strength pulsing through the air and invigorating her. Even her magic seemed to hum in her bones, but not in a scary way.
Andrea’s step faltered even as a soft gasp escaped her lips, her eyes wide in wonder at what she was feeling and seeing. Then, sensing eyes on her, she felt a little embarrassed when she turned to their guide and found Raven watching her intently.
Apprehension immediately took root, replacing the warm feeling she had enjoyed for a split second. The urge to hunch over and blend into the wall slammed into her out of self-
