[41.1] THE 8TH NIGHT WOLF (part-two)

[SHADE SHADOWS]

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Who else wields magic? Is it only witches?

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A mage Wolf.

I study the lines on my open palms, staring at my hands momentarily.

My gaze shifts to the pages of the book, picking it up, tracing over Xirrians words, again and again as if they could eat me alive.

The dead flower blooms in his hand.

My head leans back against the shelf, taking deep breaths in until my heart steadies, and then my eyes lift to the open window watching the rain as the memories flood my mind.

Her curse is worse than mine.

I feel numb.

I do not recollect the first time I found out what I could do. I've always had it. It isn't something that I just figured out. Even after I lost my memories, my power didn't feel abnormal.

I thought everyone could do it.

Though I don't remember how I discovered I had this power, my memories remind me of the first time AMA did.

It was a discovery for her, but for me, although I held no recollection of who I was, or had been, the action was natural an