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“But I’m all she’s got.” The vision ended. The book in my hands glowed, waiting. And I sat there—confused, overwhelmed, and more emotionally unstable than a werewolf during PMS. "...She left me homework?" “Technically, a legacy,” Mr. Yellow called from above. “But yeah. Homework.” The ant council peered down from a ceiling crack. “We voted. You’re officially the witch’s heir. Condolences.” I groaned and buried my face in my hands. “I don’t even like magic. I failed basic enchantment theory! I still can’t shift! I eat canned beans and I talk to celery!”

“Speaking of helping, have you managed to find out anything about the dark magic thing” “Kayla it’s not dark magic. I talked to Tammy and she said her father used to tell her about how other werewolves can develop special abilities if they are hybrids. She said it’s not common but it’s possible that that’s what we’re dealing with here” “So the powers could be hereditary then?”she asks. “Yeah something like that” “Okay well my dad has no powers that I know of but we both know he could be hiding that too” “Maybe try talking to your uncle again, see if you can get something out of him”

I wasn't sure if I had any special abilities, but I was determined to find out. The following day, Mum and Dad's DNA results came back, and it was determined that the Dragon ancestry came from her. In fact, it confirmed that one of her grandparents had been a full dragon. No wonder Daemon could cast powerful elemental magic. Did that mean I could also cast magic with patience and training? Maybe I could ask Thorn if he would help me. After breakfast, we gathered in the castle library. The room was filled with the smell of aged paper and leather, and the walls were lined with shelves that stretched up to the high ceiling. Adriana handed me a stack of old tomes, their covers worn and their pag

"I'll make sure of that." I forced myself to stand still until he finally released me, fighting the urge to wipe my hands on my dress. "As a gesture of my goodwill," he said, stepping back with that cheshire cat-like smile returning, "I should warn you that the first test will be physically challenging. You shouldn't relax too much during your preparation time. If you'd like, I can provide some enhancement potions to help you perform better." The offer felt wrong somehow, like there were strings attached that I couldn't see. But I shook my head quickly. "Thank you, but I'll manage on my own."

Uncle Chai added, "though he mostly uses it to talk to the neighborhood ghosts about soap opera plots. He inherited that from his mother - she can see and speak with spirits of the deceased. Combined with my vampire genetics, it made him quite powerful." "They have very strong opinions about character development," Bew said defensively. Despite everything, I almost smiled. Trust my cousin to use supernatural abilities for supernatural gossip. "So what abilities might I have?" I asked. "The prophecy suggests you'll manifest powers related to energy manipulation and curse-breaking," Khun Ratchanee said. "Essentially, you'll learn to channel the same type of magic that created the original curs

How could that possibly be? “After seeing your wolf just now, I am growing more and more certain that you are somehow of royal descent. Healing abilities and a silver wolf? Far too much of a coincidence otherwise.” I shook my head. “That…I’m sorry, that just doesn’t make any sense. I know I grew up as an orphan, but the idea of somehow being of royal descent…I’m struggling to believe that.” He nodded. “It is a lot to take in, I’m sure. But if you’ll allow it, I’d like to have some tests run. May I have a piece of your hair?”

“If you had an ounce of compassion you would realize that there are people hurting over this. Not just me. But yes. I guess technically I am a hybrid. My mother is a descendent of a hybrid, my father is a descendent of a hybrid, and my dad is a hybrid. Go ahead, reject me because I am one-eighth witch.” Grabbing Lucian by the hand I drag him out of the game room leaving Erebus standing dumbfounded in my path.

Dane and I pushed our chairs back noisily. "Magical powers are usually only inherited by females, and the men only carry the gene. Even if Arona has powers, she can't be too powerful, she is only a halfbreed. Only a direct descendant from Queen Aster could inherit great power." Abelina explained. "Before you leave Chad, you must also hear this." Fort stopped Dane and me from leaving.

I shook my head, the cold knot in my stomach tightening. “It’s old magic. Deeper than DNA. It doesn’t just say who the father is. It reveals bloodline… everything. Dominant traits, latent magic, inherited curses… and heritage.” She looked at me, her eyes wide with warning. “If there’s anything in your blood, Lana, anything you don’t know about or don’t understand, it will come out. He’s not just trying to prove the baby is Ronan’s. He’s trying to map the board. And he’s using that baby and you as the pieces.” Before I could process her warning, the doors to the great hall opened again. Ronan emerged, the pack spilling out behind him, their faces expectant. He walked to the edge of the terrac

His bargaining tone, as far as I could tell. "What d'you mean?" "You have abilities, well-honed special skills—we all know that. You just don't know what to do with them yet, or how to make use of them to...y'know, do your job better." Abilities? I scoffed at the comment. "But once you figure everything out, you'll be able to manage it better. Less stress for you then." How? Did I have superpowers now? Superhuman strength? Shooting laser beams through my eyes? Moving faster than the speed of light?