The Alpha's Mute Mate
My fingertips tingle with unfamiliar energy, and when I flex my hands, sparks dance between my fingers before sputtering out like dying stars.
*The powers are returning.*
But they feel foreign, unsteady, like they're testing me before deciding whether I'm worthy of their full strength.
The energy crackles along my skin, unpredictable and wild, and I press my hands against my chest, feeling the erratic rhythm of my heartbeat. Is this what rebirth feels like—messy and uncertain and nothing like the fairy tales promised?
The silver light fades as quickly as it came, leaving me gasping in the darkness, wondering if I imagined it all. But the tingling in my fingertips remains, a reminder that som
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