Chapter 84

Angus’s POV

I left Syria alone in the room for a while.

She wasn't saying much.

I decided to give her some space and headed to her art studio.

I was expecting a neat full of painting set she did.

But the moment I stepped inside…it was a disaster.

The entire room was a stench of burnt wood and ash.

Her canvas, once filled with vivid colors and emotion, was now in pieces.

And all of the equipment were scattered on the ground.

It felt… off and wrong.

The energy was thick and unsettling. It wasn’t hard to tell that something supernatural had happened here.

Syria’s magic had begun to spiral out of control.

I didn’t waste another second. I called in my guards immediately.

“Find the wizard,” I told them, keeping my voice firm.

“Tell him we’ve confirmed a witch bloodline in the tribe. Ask him how we can help control it.”

“Yes, Alpha,” one of them answered quickly before disappearing down the hallway.

With that handled, I returned to Syria. When I opened the door, she was still sitting wh