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The burning fire for that bitch rose even more in my chest. I was weak and I was not able to walk without balancing myself with anything supportive around. I decided to stand up again and try to find another way to get her out of our way. I needed my strength back for that. And to get my strength back, I needed to feed on a human. I slowly went downstairs as I was not really able to use my super speed.

Finally. He hesitated, searching my face like he needed more confirmation, eyes hungry for answers. “We’re stronger than humans,” he said softly, and I shivered at the weight of the words. “Faster, too. Our senses, hearing, smell, sight, they’re sharper." A slow breath, a mix of excitement and nerves, filled me. I took a small step, testing myself, eyes alert to every sound, every movement. “I… I think I can do this,” I murmured, almost to myself.

But I want it to be. The transformed body is quick, quick and loud and alive and real and strong and uncontrollable and fast and real and more than I want to be, more than I should be, more than I am supposed to be. My body is and it fills the world like it is the world, like it is the night, like it is the air, like it is the forest. The strength is a shock, a shock that I can’t contain, can’t contain and can’t cover with my humanity, with the fragile parts of my humanity.

“Like I could run for like hours and not collapse…” 20 UP → Agility (14 → 24) My fingers twitched before I even realized it, reacting to invisible cues. The world seemed sharper, like everything around me had gained a half-second delay. “Faster…. I’m just exaggerating” 20 UP → Strength (23 → 33) The bedframe creaked when I clenched my fist, wood groaning against the sudden force. I let out a low laugh. “heh.” 20 UP → Willpower (12 → 22)

"That's Alpha-level strength. Maybe stronger." "It feels weird," I say, setting it down. "Like my body knows how to do things it couldn't do before." "That's the unlocked abilities kicking in. Your body always had this potential—it was just locked away." Riley grins. "Okay, next test: speed. Race me to the far end of the grounds." We line up, and when she says go, I take off. The world blurs around me. I'm faster than I've ever been, my legs eating up distance, the wind whipping past my face. I reach the far end in what feels like seconds and turn to see Riley just hitting her halfway point.

"By stopping with the self-doubt. Stopping with the comparisons to your brothers. You're not Alerion. You're not Zane. You're Lysander. And you've got strengths they don't have." "Like what?" "Speed. Adaptability. The ability to think on your feet when plans fall apart." He walked over to grab water. "But you keep trying to be strong like Alerion or skilled like Zane instead of being fast and unpredictable like yourself." "Being fast hasn't kept me from getting hurt." "Because you're using it to run away from hits instead of running toward openings. Speed is a weapon. Start treating it like one." We went another hour. By the end, I could barely stand.

I need to know I can still do this and I think he is pushing me to prove that to myself. He is so fast. And huge, very very huge. His arms are probably the length of most of my body and his shoulders are so wide they make him look, and feel like a brick wall. I have to remember his weaknesses. Well, singular weakness, me. He won’t hurt me so he will pull punches to spare me, especially right now when he thinks I’m out of shape and not up to my usual standard.

She raised the silver gun again, ready to assist him if needed. Liam moved with incredible speed, dodging the attacks of the remaining rogues. He was a blur of motion, his powerful muscles propelling him forward as he took down one rogue after another. With each strike, he demonstrated the strength and skill that had earned him the title of the strongest Alpha.

“We do strength training today, no daggers no fight, I want chase you, but the secret to fighting is your core strength, and your agility because one second slower is a thousand seconds for your enemies to strike back, so you know the drill, run to that three, not fast but not slow” I nodded then I sprinted off. Unlike the first time I ran, this time I was a little bit faster with quite a lot of energy for the first run. In barely thirty seconds I touched the tree and I came back five seconds earlier. “Hey!” Lucian called me. I walked up to him, panting and breathless. He seemed displeased, “why are you pushing yourself so hard, what if you fall?” “It's no big deal, matter of fact I feel so

Adonis is a remarkable individual with an impressive array of powers and characteristics that make him a force to be reckoned with in the realm of heroes. Adonis's primary power lies in his superhuman speed, which allows him to move with an extraordinary swiftness that surpasses that of ordinary individuals. His lightning-fast reflexes and agility make him a formidable opponent, enabling him to evade attacks effortlessly and navigate through any environment with remarkable ease. This, coupled with his ability to manipulate and control energy, adds an electrifying touch to his heroic endeavors.