The sun rose slowly over the horizon, casting a soft golden glow over the landscape as the day began. For Avery and her mates, today was not just any day—it was the day they would seek out the Shaman, hoping to find a solution to their impossible predicament. The stakes were high, but their resolve was unwavering.
Avery stood in front of her mirror, brushing her long, chestnut hair with deliberate strokes. She glanced at her reflection, her green eyes filled with determination. She was dressed in a simple, yet elegant, white dress that flowed gracefully around her ankles. It was a day that demanded both strength and serenity, and she felt the weight of it in her every movement.
Downstairs, her mates were gathered, each one preparing in their own way. Shane paced the living room, his brow
