Finally Blended, Finally Whole

***Ophelia*** Staring up at the departures board, I sigh as it flickers again. “Still delayed,” I mutter, dropping back into my seat between Ares and Madeleine. We could just fly, my wolf suggests, hopeful as ever. I’ve flown over the sea before, but I’m not flying over the North Atlantic Ocean with a suitcase, I reply, And we already checked the bags. We would have been fine. We are strong. We are fast, she insists, brimming with enthusiasm. A quiet laugh slips out of me. Over the last five days she’s unfurled like a creature stepping out into sunlight after years underground, discovering a world she has never lived in. Phones, the internet, cars, lights… every single thing has fascinated her. She keeps telling me she wants to try everything at once. Just a few more hours. Once we’