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I inquire. “None of your caliber.” He admits. “Then believe me when I say my wolf’s strength is a burden, not a gift – not when it comes to being trapped.” I relate. “And I’d also ask you to consider how my powers might help me succeed where others have not. I might not deserve a miracle, but if anyone can conjure one out of thin air, it’s me. I don’t have another choice.” ____________________

Grasp the valorous act, yet still fill it with real humility. Dust off the weakness, and prove your strength as a powerful individual. Do something. Just do something more.

“I gave you everything, strength, power, purpose. And this is how you repay me?” “By breaking free,” he snarled.

She turned and shoved the amulet into Jackie's hands, who had recovered a little by now. "Letting you wear this is an insult to the gods! Only a pure, innocent boy like Jackie deserves to wear it!" Weakly leaning in Mom's embrace, Jackie cried bitterly, yet he tightly held onto the amulet that was originally mine. "Dad, Mom, don't blame Henry… *cough cough* …He's suffered a lot over the years, so it's understandable if he feels jealous. If it makes him feel better, I wouldn't mind giving up my life…"

he said, the words a low, intimate promise. "I can give you the power to defeat the Council, to rebuild your pack, to reclaim your birthright. But you must be willing to embrace who you are. You must be willing to embrace your true power. I can give you a throne. But you must be willing to sit on it."

“Let me let you know something. I am not Libianca. That is in the past. And I'm sorry for your loss. But that is not me. I'm different and I'm stronger. Listen, have you forgotten that I am a healer? I can help you and your pack. Your worry is if anything should go down, I will be able to heal anyone that gives you much more strength than the rest of them, and I will be able to help you attack the other people with my powers." "You might have powers." He held my shoulders. "But you don't know how to use the weapons." "Yes, I do. Not only have I learned how to manage my strength in the past years quite also assisted me with learning how to fight. I can take anyone down whether you believe it

I just hope he understood what I was saying. "You are not just human. You are different, brilliant, powerful beyond measure. You are gifted because you are not Katrienair you are who you think you are. You are different and unique. And very soon you will find out that you are more powerful than I am." He paused. I just stared at him. "There are a lot of powers within you and all you need to do is to discover and nurture them. Make them perfect. So now you are going to control this arrow right now"

"Embrace your true power and unlock the path to victory." With those words ringing in my ears, I closed my eyes and delved deep into the core of my being. I tapped into a wellspring of strength that had always been there, waiting to be unleashed. I felt the surge of power coursing through me, igniting every cell, every fiber of my being. When I opened my eyes, a blinding light emanated from my very being. It swept across the battlefield, dispelling the darkness that clung to the edges. The malevolent force recoiled, its grip weakened by the sheer force of my newfound power.

Yesterday's memories hit me like a storm. I bolted upright in bed. "I want to get stronger," I declared. Eric stared at me like I'd just said the funniest joke in the world. > "You don't have to get stronger. You're already strong. Your body is strong. You just need a little training and — boom — you'll be back on your feet. And your powers? Still stored where you left them. Once your memories return, your powers will return too." "Where are my powers stored?" I asked.

“You carry the strength of what has come before, and the courage to shape what will be. The power within you has always been yours; I only help you recognize it.” Jaiyana felt a pulse in her chest, the warmth of energy spiraling outward, reaching into her fingers and toes. “I don’t understand it yet. It’s too much… too fast. How do I control it? How do I even know it’s me and not… you?”