#Chapter 124: One Door Closes Another Opens

Agnes I stood in the bathroom, staring at the small vial of murky green oil that the witch had given me. The liquid inside seemed to swirl on its own, catching the dim light from the vanity. I uncorked it, the faint scent of herbs and something earthy wafting up to meet me. One drop, she had said. Just one drop beneath my tongue before bed, and I might be able to communicate with my wolf—properly—for the first time in seven years. I tilted the vial carefully, letting a single drop fall onto my tongue. The taste was bitter and medicinal, and I grimaced as it spread across my mouth. When I was finished, I set the vial down and leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked tired, the weight of the day—no, the weight of the last seven years—etched into the lines of my face. My phone buzzed on the counter suddenly, startling me. I picked it up, my heart skipping a beat when I saw the notification. It was an email from the DNA