Moon Bounded

Chapter 6 Elara POV

I stormed back to the cabin, my thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and anger. Every step felt like it was carrying me further into the storm brewing inside of me, the tension of Azerin's words echoing in my mind, growing louder with each passing moment.

You can't be here anymore.

His cold, unfeeling voice haunted me, wrapped around my heart like chains. How dare he say that to me? How dare he push me away, leaving me with nothing but his vague words about changing, about being someone I didn't even recognize anymore? He had been the boy I loved, the boy who had shared the deepest parts of his soul with me—how could he just throw it all away?

I reached the door of the cabin, my fists clenched at my sides, but the anger inside me was more than just frustration. It was burning, raw, like fire in my veins. I wanted to break something, to scream, to lash out—anything to stop the overwhelming ache in my chest. But the only thing in front of me was the quiet cabin, the stillness that felt suffocating.

I threw open the door, not caring if it slammed against the wall. Inside, the silence was too thick, too heavy. I kicked my shoes off and stomped toward the small table near the window, my body buzzing with tension. Everything in me was seething, the emotions churning inside, pushing me to do something. Anything.

And then I kicked the table.

I didn't mean to, not really. It was just that everything inside me was winding tighter, snapping, and before I knew it, my foot collided with the corner of the table with a loud, vicious thud.But it wasn't just the sound that stopped me in my tracks.

The moment my foot made contact, a shockwave of energy shot up through my leg and into my chest. The floor beneath me seemed to tremble, the air thickening with something that felt... alive. My heart raced as I stumbled back, eyes wide, staring at the table that had skidded several feet across the floor. It didn't just move—it was like something unseen had shoved it, propelled by a force I couldn't explain.

And then I felt it—something inside me, something raw and powerful, swirling beneath my skin. It was like the ground beneath my feet was vibrating with energy, and the room around me seemed to pulse in response to my outburst. I didn't know what was happening, but I could feel it. I could feel me—something deep within me, something I had never tapped into before.I spun around, my breath coming out in uneven gasps, but the air felt charged, like I was standing in the center of a storm. The curtains at the window fluttered violently, despite there being no wind, and the faint sound of something cracking reached my ears.

I turned back toward the room, and my gaze landed on the shelf near the far wall. The framed photographs, the old trinkets, the vases—all of it began to rattle, as if the force inside me had reached out to everything around me. And then, with a sickening crack, the vase on the shelf tipped over and shattered on the floor, the pieces scattering across the room.

I froze, my chest heaving, my mind racing. The air smelled thick now—charged with the remnants of my outburst. And in that moment, I realized something terrifying.

I had done that. Without thinking. Without meaning to.

The power inside me was real.

And it wasn't just a surge of emotion. It was... something else. Something deep, primal, and uncontrollable.

I stood there, staring at the broken vase, the wreckage of my rage. I had no idea what had just happened, but there was no denying the evidence in front of me. The air still crackled, the space around me heavy with the weight of my emotions.

What is happening to me?

I felt like a stranger in my own skin. The anger, the pain, the confusion—all of it had triggered something in me, something I had never felt before. It was like something inside me had broken open, unleashing this raw, untamed power.

I took a shaky breath, trying to calm the frantic beating of my heart. The room was still, the pieces of the vase scattered at my feet. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet somehow more aware of myself than I ever had been before.

This wasn't just about Azerin anymore. This was something much bigger, something far more dangerous.

I couldn't deny it. The power inside me was alive, and I had no idea how to control it.I took one last look around the cabin, at the broken pieces that littered the floor, at the stillness that felt too heavy to breathe through. My anger hadn't just broken the vase. It had broken something inside of me, and I didn't know how to fix it.

I felt like I was standing on the edge of something I didn't understand, and the only thing I knew for sure was that whatever was happening to me, it was only just beginning.

I stumbled backward toward the bed, my mind racing. I needed to rest. To think. But as I collapsed onto the covers, sleep wouldn't come easily.

Not with this storm swirling inside of me.

And not with the mystery of Azerin still hanging in the air between us.