19. The Presents Tradition

Maybe it was Elijah’s kindness a few days ago, but I felt a spark of motivation to do what he suggested. I go into the forest every morning and climb to the peak alone.

Though I’m not yet brave enough to take the steep path down, I return the same route and run until I reach the mansion.

Slowly, I managed to reach the mansion faster each time. What I’m doing might seem effortless to high-level wolves, but I’m doing my best, even if I’m slower.

Afterward, I meditate, believing that quieting my mind and connecting with nature will sharpen my senses. Right now, for example, I can feel someone approaching. The scent of candy—that must be Flo.

“My queen?” her call interrupts my concentration.

I turn to face her. “Yes, Flo?”

“Oh, aren’t you done meditating? I’m sorry to have disturbed you,” Flo says, looking apologetic. “I thought you were done.”

“I just finished.”

Flo comes over, picks up the towel draped over the back of the chair in the pavilion, and hands it to me.

“There are presents