Moira's POV

The meditation garden behind the packhouse becomes my sanctuary and training ground. Rita's cleared a space according to Maya's specifications—a circle of grounding stones, herbs that help focus magical energy, and enough privacy that if I accidentally set something on fire, it won't endanger anyone.

"Breathe in for four counts, hold for four, out for four," I murmur, following the exercises Maya detailed in her journal. The magical energy ...