By the time the sun sank low, the weight of the scepter still hadn’t left me. Even when it vanished from my grip, it remained humming in the marrow of my bones, alive in my veins.
Summoning the scepter hadn’t just been a triumph; it had been a shift. I could feel it in my bones, in the way my steps felt heavier but surer, in the faint hum under my skin as though threads of power had stitched themselves into me overnight
On my way to the pack house, I came across Alec. He was coming from the training arena and I almost bumped into him since my mind was miles away.
“You look dangerous today,” he says, mouth quirking into a half-smile.
I tilt my head, smirking back. “Dangerous in a good way, I hope.”
“Good for us. Bad for anyone who tries to hurt you.” His voice dips lower. “But more pow
