Chapter 118

Aubrey's POV I focused intently on the small purple flame hovering in Sera's palm, willing myself to feel its magical essence and understand its structure so I could counter it. Sweat beaded on my forehead from the mental exertion, but I refused to give up. Three days of intensive training had yielded progress, but not enough. Not nearly enough. "Don't force it," Sera instructed, her hazel eyes watching me carefully. "Silver wolves don't overpower magic—they neutralize it by understanding its nature, becoming immune to its effects." I took a deep breath, trying a different approach. Instead of pushing against the magic, I attempted to let my awareness flow around it, to sense its boundaries and composition. The purple flame wavered slightly, and for a moment, I felt something—a slight resonance between the magical energy and my silver wolf's innate abilities. "There," Sera said, excitement coloring her voice. "That's it. You're starting to recognize the magical signature." Before I cou