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Her face is turning red and she looks like she is about to give up when I finally stop the pair. "Samara, no powers. I know that you know this. It is not fair for Blair to be attempting to do the moves as taught if you are going to use your powers to sabotage her. That is not fair to either of you. You have to learn to fight without your powers as well." I tell her with a pointed look.

I say as I walk around the car. “As if she’s not safe in my pack, brother. I would protect her with my life,” he says and it takes everything in me not to snarl at him. Instead, I focus on the car door and open it, helping Samara out of the car. I grasp onto her mind more tightly, knowing we both need to stay calm. “So, this is the elusive mate,” Sawyer says, looking at Samara. He tilts his head, obviously feeling the same power in her that I did. Only now, her power is even stronger than it was when I met her nearly two months ago.

do not belong to themselves. They are owned by the world that requires them."Sama pulled back, trembling. She had done none of those things. She had never seen more than flashes of her 'gift'—a vase mended with a glance, a small cut to mend by a careless touch. Her father said that they were 'accidents,' and had taught her to be in fear of them."You've been misdirected, Sama," Dean's tone dropped to a whisper. "You've been taught to be afraid of the power you hold, to conceal it, to deny its existence. Your father, Crayons Arthur, was a fool. A generous fool, yes, but a fool all the same. He feared what he did not understand. I am not afraid. I embrace it. And with my help, you will, too."D

“Oh, by the way, I am the bloodline carrier of the phoenix’s power,” Samantha cockily proclaim. Ruby nearly laughed but caught herself and said, “Sure. If you say so.” Eric was surprised by Ruby’s reaction. She was rather calm after hearing about Samantha’s special ability and spiritual power. Everyone was afraid of the Vermilion Bird’s clan since the phoenix’s power belonged to them. Not anyone would take on battle with Samantha since she was also a summoner of the phoenix’s power.

She jumped in a taught them a few simple tricks of her own to distract the attacker. The following two days were intense. They discussed the strategies and possibilities. They aimed to save Chris and Liam even before Samara performed her rituals, but they had a feeling it would not be an easy feat. And once Samara was back, it would be even worse as they didn't know the extent of her power.

“Me either.” “So, you were safely locked away, but you couldn’t use your powers?” Samantha asked her. “Exactly. I have an idea of what powers I possibly have, but I’ve never been able to use them before,”Samira confirmed. “Well, we’ve been taught the basics, so maybe we can practice that much,” Samantha suggested. Samira was on board, and they started with channelling the energy around them. The feeling was thrilling, but it was only the beginning. Amaya had already taught them how to manipulate the elements, which is what they decided they’d be practicing.

Ryuzaki snapped his fingers, and almost promptly, a few werelions, werebears, elves, and soldiers all turned around, circling them, focusing on them. “Will you be able to survive this?” Thud. Their unfocused eyes were staring deep into him, growling and grunting loudly. The power of persuasion. This was his power. Samuel understood why he was so powerful. If he could control this massive crowd that was more than high-ranking armies, it was the right decision to wait for Cole although Cole was still nowhere to be seen. But? Why did he refuse to use that power before this? Samuel couldn’t help but question his past actions. It felt so fishy.

"Yeah, sure, that's why. Bye, Sam...have a nice life with Mr. Darcy." I hear the anger in my voice. It's not that I want to be angry or jealous. I hate being replaced by a man I haven't met yet. Sam sits down on the couch. This is her universal sign that she isn't leaving. "You're upset. And I want to know why. And stop calling him Mr. Darcy." "Of course, he's Mr. Darcy. He's British and perfect." "If he's Mr. Darcy, then who am I?" Sam asks as she bats her eyelashes at me. It drives me crazy, seeing those butterfly wings open and close on her baby blues.

“But what do you want with Sam, anyway?” The crowd started to exchange comments. They all shared the same anxious expression on their faces, including Marseille, who was among them. “Glad you asked,” the English commander replied. “We confirmed that your friend is a power brave, the last one whom we have all been waiting to get summoned into this world.” “Power brave?” Wilt paused to analyze that term. “You mean a champion with super-strength like Sam. Is that what you’re saying?”

I was pissed off to see them here wondering who was keeping watch. “We are not immune to their commands, Adam; I doubt you will be. We have everyone outside training and have left them alone in their cells,” Sam says with disgust. “The power behind them is incredible,” Jack murmurs as he watches his warriors training. “I do not know how we fight them, but we need to figure out something soon. We cannot keep them alive,” Sam says with finality.