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“How is he doing that?” Zevarion and I exchanged a look, helplessness heavy in the silence. We couldn't answer that. “Since he left, the magic here has died,” she said softly, her voice no longer angry but hollow. “But somehow, this book…” she gestured toward it lying on the floor, glowing faintly, “...holds so much power it allows me to shift.” “Okay, can you shift back?” I asked gently. “It’s just, it’s hard to focus with you fluttering around.”

I cross to the door, pausing in the doorway to look back at him—sprawled across the bed, king of this crumbling kingdom, certain he’s the one who set the rules. He thinks he’s untouchable, safe behind his walls, his “no-strings” speech a shield.

Powers that have been waiting for you to awaken them. Powers? I thought. Me—the girl everyone dismissed as weak, powerless, nothing. My mind flashed to memories of Alpha Itao, his cold words cutting me down, telling me I’d never amount to anything. But it was all a lie. All this time, something had been lying dormant within me, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.

Powers that have been waiting for you to awaken them. Powers? I thought. Me—the girl everyone dismissed as weak, powerless, nothing. My mind flashed to memories of Alpha Itao, his cold words cutting me down, telling me I’d never amount to anything. But it was all a lie. All this time, something had been lying dormant within me, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.

I could feel my blood turning to ice as I realized that not only was I trapped in what could only be hell, but I also didn’t have my wolf powers here. "How does it feel to be powerless?" The voice chuckled. "The great alpha Ivan. The most powerful alpha of your time? You have been reduced to nothing more than a human." "Even human, I’ll fucking kill you!" I warned. If this bastard thought that I wasn’t capable of killing someone without my wolf, he was sadly mistaken. I wasn’t some idiot that only depended on my supernatural abilities. "Why don’t you come out from wherever you’re hiding so I can show you just how powerless I am?"

The little girl swings her feet gently beneath the chair, completely unaware of the weight of the conversation. The boy watches everything. Every word. Every movement. Learning. Leviath leans back again slowly. Unbothered. Or pretending to be. “Power always comes at a cost,” he says. “That doesn’t mean you should pay it,” I shoot back. “It does when the alternative is weakness.” “You’re not weak.” His gaze snaps to mine. Sharp. Dangerous. “You don’t know that.” “I do,” I say firmly. “Because weak men don’t build kingdoms like this.”

However, my control was weak, and I was pushed out. “I don’t understand. Your power should have been strong enough for me to control him,” I told the book. Indeed, it is, but our power is only as strong as your body allows. Your soul is being pulled in many ways. “Then fix it! Now! Before he realizes it.” As you wish.

"And now, you will witness the true extent of my power. But first, let me tell you a story." Charles leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with a twisted delight. "Once upon a time, there was a young boy who was always underestimated and overlooked. People thought he was weak and powerless; they hated him for being weak and took pleasure in tormenting him." He said his voice was sad and filled with bitterness. "But there was one person who he thought would love him unconditionally, but when the time came, she left him too, for someone else who was stronger and more successful. This betrayal shattered the young boy's heart, fueling a burning desire within him to prove everyone wrong and rise ab

“But you agree you found something useful there. We might need it if we forget any of our abilities. At least we now know that we are super powerful.” I grinned at that but that did not mean that I wasn't still mad. I am very mad at the writer of that book. Why would he write about powers without a good explanation on how to harness them? I scoffed and pulled the book out before leaving for my room, all the while my mind reeling with the knowledge that I could change reality to how I want it to. For the first time since our troubles started, a genuine smile graced my face.

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