Nix ran past everyone on campus and headed for the trees. I pulled back enough that I was hovering over our magic, pulling from it to feed power into my body, into the girls’ bodies.
“How is this possible?” Toya called to me and I laughed.
“Magic.” Nix called back and a few of the girls howled.
We ran past the edge line of the trees and starting weaving through the trunks. “Nix?” Thistle called Hanna’s wolf.
“Yeah?”
“Where are we going?” She called as she picked up her pace.
I thought of Carly. She was at most seven, but she sounded younger on the phone, closer to five or six. I knew where she was, my grandmother’s cabin, but from here, I had no idea. But I trusted the goddess, and I trusted my wolves. “The goddess will show us the way.” Nix called back and I nodded.
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