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When my magic burned too hot for you to contain.

Elowen's POV I don’t remember how long I stood there. The silence in the house, once a comfort, now felt like a suffocating blanket, each tick of the grandfather clock in the hall amplifying the unsettling quiet. The towel had long since dried against my skin, leaving a faint, rough imprint. My hair, still damp, clung in cool, heavy strands down my back. But my hands still trembled, a persistent tremor that seemed to originate deep within my bones, a physical manifestation of the psychic assault I’d just endured. Caelum’s words were a venomous echo, replaying in an endless loop within my mind. His voice, smooth as polished stone yet sharp as obsidian, haunted the silence like a storm echoing long after the lightning faded. I couldn’t unsee his face, the predatory amusement in his eyes, the almost pitying tilt of his lips. The certainty in his voice when he spoke of my magic, of my destiny, of a connection I didn't want to acknowledge. He’d looked at me like he knew something I didn

Your pain is our pain, your fear our fear.

Elowen's POV “You had to,” I mumbled into his chest, the words muffled but true. They’d gone to hunt down the rogues, to protect the territory, to do what they had to do. “We should’ve taken you with us,” Alaric insisted, his hand brushing my hair back from my face, a gentle, comforting gesture. “Even if it was dangerous, you would have been safer with us.” “I told you I was fine,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. The words tasted like ash. I had lied, not maliciously, but out of a desperate need to not be a burden, to not be the reason they hesitated. “You lied,” Ranon stated simply, his voice devoid of accusation, filled only with regret. I let out a breath that was almost a sob, a ragged sound that tore from my chest. “I didn’t mean to. I just… I didn’t want to be the reason you didn’t go. I didn’t want to be a weakness.” His arms were around me a second later, pulling me against his broad, solid chest. Warm. Fierce. Binding. It was a possessive embrace, but one born of

He truly was a master manipulator.

Elowen's POV “It’s more than that,” Ranon growled, his golden eyes darkening. “It’s an insult. To us. To our bond. He thinks he can just walk in here, make threats, and walk away?” He pulled me even tighter against him, as if to physically shield me from any lingering malevolence. “He thinks he can turn you against us. He thinks he can claim you.” The word ‘claim’ sent a shiver down my spine, but this time, it wasn’t entirely from fear. There was a possessive edge to Ranon’s voice, a raw, untamed protectiveness that resonated deep within me, echoing a similar wildness I was only just beginning to acknowledge in myself. “He again said my magic was different,” I whispered, almost to myself, the words a nagging whisper in my mind. “He said it was ancient, that it needed to be unleashed. That you would try to chain it.” Ranon scoffed. “Chain it? Never. Your magic is a part of you, Elowen. We want to understand it, to help you control it, yes. But never to chain it. We want you to be f

And then… she was there.

Elowen’s POV That night, I couldn’t sleep. Even with Ranon’s powerful arm draped protectively over my waist, his familiar warmth a comforting anchor, Alaric’s long fingers laced through mine, a silent testament to his playful devotion, and Theron’s steady, rhythmic breathing a soothing presence behind me, I lay wide-eyed in the profound darkness of their shared bed. My thoughts were too loud, too sharp, ricocheting around my skull like trapped birds. Magic pulsed beneath my skin. Not just a faint hum, but a distinct thrumming, a vibrant, almost sentient energy. It felt restless, coiled, like a magnificent beast stirring from a long slumber. It was watching, I knew it. Watching me. Waiting. Every breath I took seemed to ripple with it—like the magic wasn’t just a part of me anymore, but awake, fully sentient. Listening. Hungry. A new kind of hunger, not for power, but for release, for expression. The subtle vibrations seemed to echo the unsettling words Caelum had spoken, about my p

"You were born under a cursed moon,” the goddess said.

Elowen's POV I dropped to my knees before her, the damp grass cool beneath me. Not because I was afraid—her presence radiated only peace and wisdom—but because the sheer weight of her power, the magnitude of her divine presence, bent the very air around me. It was like kneeling before the sky itself, before the infinite cosmos, before the source of all life and magic. My body simply submitted to the sublime authority of a primordial being. “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” I said, my voice thick with emotion, tears slipping silently down my cheeks, hot against the cool air. “The magic—it’s changing. It’s not just spells or energy anymore. It’s… alive. It feels like a separate entity, yet it’s me. And it frightens me.” She nodded, her silver eyes holding mine, seeing straight into my soul. “Because it always was.” Her voice was infinitely patient, as if explaining a simple truth I had merely forgotten. “Magic is life, Elowen. It flows through all things, but within you, it

Is that lunar energy?

Elowen’s POV The morning sun bled gold across the academy’s vast training grounds, but I didn’t feel its warmth. Not truly. My skin felt… cool, almost ethereal, despite the golden rays that usually warmed me to the core. A vibrant, electric power thrummed beneath my skin like a living thing, a restless current that made every nerve ending hum. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, but it was undeniably alien, a constant reminder of the profound shift that had occurred within me. The memory of the Moon Goddess lingered like starlight in my veins, a luminous afterimage that pulsed with every beat of my heart. Her words, her touch, the ancient visions—they were burned into my consciousness. The training arena was crowded today—more than usual. A ripple of anticipation, of suppressed excitement, hung in the air, almost palpable. Word had spread like wildfire about the fight between Ranon and Caelum, the almost-public skirmish that had broken out on the edge of their territory. Whispers had

Everyone—leave. Immediately. Except Elowen.

Elowen's POV And then— Vines erupted from the earth around Theron. Not green or brown, not earthy or mundane. These were silver, glowing with an inner light, humming with a vibrant, restless life. They coiled around Theron’s legs, tightening just as he tried to leap back, their magical luminescence ensnaring him. He yelped, unhurt but definitely shocked, a genuine look of bewilderment on his face. I released him the moment he struggled, the raw power ebbing back as quickly as it had come. My breath caught in my throat, a gasp of mingled awe and residual fear. “I’m sorry!” I said quickly, panic flickering in my chest. I hadn’t meant to bind him so completely. The power was… more than I could have imagined. But Theron held up a hand, laughing breathlessly, his eyes still wide with surprise and a newfound respect. “Don’t be. That was—Elowen, that was insane. Where did you learn that?” He was still trying to shake off the lingering sensation of the silver vines. “I didn’t.” My voice

So this is… fate?

Elowen’s POV The arena was silent now, the oppressive quiet a stark contrast to the earlier cacophony of gasps, shouts, and shocked whispers. The echo of footsteps had long faded, leaving only the distant chirping of birds and the faint rustle of leaves. Only Vale remained—standing a few feet from me, arms crossed over his chest, his brow furrowed in a deep, troubled way I hadn’t seen before. It was a look that spoke of a weighty discovery, of secrets long buried finally unearthed. Behind him, the last glorious rays of morning sun slanted through the broken stone arches of the academy’s oldest ruins, bathing the field in gold, a stark, beautiful contrast to the tension that hung in the air. But even that warmth felt alien. My magic still buzzed beneath my skin, a constant, low thrum, like a storm waiting to be called again, a living entity that resonated with the ancient knowledge I had just unlocked. “What are you?” he finally asked, his voice cutting through the silence like a sh

Why didn’t you say anything sooner?

Elowen's POV “So this is… fate?” I whispered, the word feeling both grand and terrifying. “Yes,” Vale said, his gaze distant, as if seeing the threads of destiny stretching out before him. “But it’s also dangerous. Terribly dangerous. The Moonline witches weren’t just revered, Elowen. They were feared. Feared by kings, by other magical beings, even by the most powerful alphas. Because their magic couldn’t be controlled by anyone but themselves. It was pure, raw, and utterly defiant. And because it could rival—defy—the alphas themselves. Their power could reshape landscapes, command elements, and bring even the most powerful creatures to their knees.” I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Are you saying I’m stronger than the alphas?” The thought was staggering, almost inconceivable. My alphas. The three powerful beings who had vowed to protect me, who embodied strength and dominance. “I’m saying you will be,” he answered, his voice firm, unwavering. “In time. If you survive

I need to tell you something.

Elowen’s POV The rooftop was quiet, a stark, profound silence that seemed to amplify the gentle whisper of the night wind. The stars shimmered above, countless diamonds scattered across an inky velvet canvas, so bright and numerous it felt as if the Moon herself was listening, her watchful gaze a tangible presence in the sky. Below, the sprawling academy grounds were bathed in shadow, lights twinkling like distant fireflies. I sat on the edge of the low stone railing, my bare feet dangling slightly over the edge, feeling the cool, rough texture of the stone beneath my palms. The grimoire Vale had given me, ancient and heavy, rested in my hands, its leather cover subtly warm, almost alive. But my heart felt heavier still, burdened by the weight of the truths revealed, the destiny laid bare. The triplets stood near, a solid, comforting presence just a few feet away, their collective gaze fixed on me—concerned, curious, fiercely protective. Their usual post-dinner banter was conspicu

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