Olivia's POV
The familiar hum of Lunera Beauty’s lab greeted me like an old friend, a place where I could lose myself in precision and creativity.
After the tension of the Alpha Council, the calm air and rhythmic tapping of my tools against glass felt grounding. But beneath my focus, so many emotions churned: grief, frustration, and a simmering determination to reclaim control.
I stared at the ingredients laid out before me, each one meticulously selected for their potential. Lavender oil for soothing properties. A concentrated serum from wolf’s bane, harmless in microdoses, for its supposed ability to amplify detection in cell irregularities.
It was all theoretical, but theory had never stopped me before.
My mother’s words rang in my mind: Trust your heart, Olivia.
I closed my eye
