Elijah slips his warm hand into mine; despite his fingers interlocking with my own and holding them in its place the gesture simultaneously manages to set me free, a sense of freedom taking hold of me as the excitement grows alongside the need to explore the other side of myself, almost consuming me in the process. A wave of anticipation courses through my body as I wonder what to expect, unable to recall much from the night of my first transformation when we saved Ash from Mordecai’s unfair fight, my mind far too occupied on my brothers rescue rather than taking in this newfound experience.
Elijah leads me away from the warmth of our secret den; we descend down the wooden stairs and make our way back through the brightly illuminated garden, heading down a new route when I begin to questi
