Elisabeth's POV
"Are you feeling anxious about this?" Halle inquired, setting several mystical items across the wooden table with practiced precision.
I paused, watching her deliberate movements. "I'm not certain," I answered, struggling to maintain composure in my voice. "I can't tell if what I'm experiencing is nervousness or something else entirely. I'm simply attempting to keep my expectations realistic, I suppose. My entire existence has been spent without my wolf, and while that reality has been challenging - truly painful at times - I've adapted to that life. I refuse to allow myself to build up hope only to face crushing disappointment again."
