Lila
The power doesn’t come gently this time.
It rips through me like something breaking free.
One second I’m standing in the center of Selene’s cabin, palms lifted, trying to follow Rowan’s calm instructions—breathe in, ground, release slowly—and the next, the world tilts violently to the left.
The air around me shudders.
Silver light erupts from my chest in a sharp, blinding pulse.
I cry out, stumbling back as the room seems to stretch, walls warping like they’re made of water instead of wood. The herbs hanging from the ceiling rattle violently, some shattering into glowing dust before they even hit the floor.
“No—Lila, stay with me,” Rowan says sharply.
I can hear him, but his voice sounds far away, muffled, like I’m underwater.
My wolf screams.
Not in fear.
In warning.
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