Chapter 3: Confrontation in the Forbidden Area（2）
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Back in her room, Leanna’s mind was filled with chaotic thoughts. She sat on the edge of the bed, hands tightly clasping her knees, her gaze fixed on the moonlit woods outside the window. The secrets of the Moon Spirit, the power of her blood, Rhett’s words—all intertwined like a complex puzzle.
“Since this power is mine,” she whispered, her eyes gradually firming with determination, “then I must learn to control it.”
Just as Leanna was immersed in her thoughts, a soft knock came at the door. She stood up and opened it to find Irene standing there, holding a set of black clothing.
“Miss Baker, the master asked me to bring these to you,” Irene’s voice was as gentle as ever, but there was a hint of hesitation in her eyes.
“What is this?” Leanna frowned, taking the garments. The fabric was soft and heavy, adorned with ancient embroidery, appearing mysterious and solemn.
“Training attire,” Irene said softly. “The master hopes you can begin learning how to use your power tonight.”
“Learn?” A flicker of confusion crossed Leanna’s eyes. “What does he want me to do?”
Irene lowered her head, replying gently, “Miss Baker, you must learn to face your own power. Otherwise, it will consume you.”
Leanna was silent for a moment before nodding. “Alright, I’ll go.”
When Leanna donned the training clothes and arrived at the open space behind the manor, Rhett was already waiting. He stood on a broad grassy field beside a large stone monument carved with intricate symbols.
“You’re here,” Rhett turned, his gaze resting on her. His tone was calm but carried an undeniable authority.
“So, what do you want me to do?” Leanna approached him, her eyes filled with wariness and unease.
“Release your power,” Rhett pointed to the monument, his voice low and steady. “The Moon Spirit’s power is connected to your blood, and this monument will guide it. You need to learn to control it; otherwise, it will overwhelm your consciousness.”
Taking a deep breath, Leanna tried to calm herself. She walked up to the monument, extending her hand to lightly touch its cold surface.
The moment she made contact, a powerful force surged through her body from her fingertips. Her body jolted, and the world before her blurred instantly. It was as if she was transported to another realm—endless darkness surrounded her, and within it, a blood-red moon slowly rose, casting a dazzling light.
“What is this…” she murmured, feeling a burning energy welling up in her chest.
“This is your power,” Rhett’s voice came from afar, deep and clear. “Let it flow, but don’t let it consume you.”
Closing her eyes, Leanna tried to steady her breathing. The power seemed to have a will of its own, constantly assaulting her consciousness, making her head throb painfully.
“Focus,” Rhett’s voice sounded again. “You must make it obey you, not the other way around.”
Gritting her teeth, Leanna struggled to suppress the power. Her fingertips grew hot, and the symbols on the monument began to emit a faint glow.
Just when she thought she was succeeding, the power suddenly surged wildly, as if ignited by some unknown force. Losing control, she was flung into the air, and the monument’s glow became blinding and chaotic.
“That’s enough!” Rhett’s voice thundered. He rushed forward, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from the monument.
Leanna collapsed to the ground, her forehead covered in cold sweat. Her breathing was rapid, eyes filled with fear and helplessness.
“I… can’t control it,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Kneeling beside her, Rhett met her gaze, his tone unusually gentle. “This is just the beginning, Leanna. Controlling it takes time, but you mustn’t give up.”
Looking down at her hands, her fingertips still slightly trembling, she recalled the sensation of losing control—a power both terrifying and alluring.
“If I can’t control it…” her voice was barely audible, “what will happen to me?”
Returning to her room from the training ground, Leanna felt utterly drained. She sat in a chair, pressing her hands against her forehead. The uncontrollable power from earlier still lingered in her mind, leaving her more exhausted than ever before.
Just then, an unusual sound came from outside the window. Her body tensed instantly, and she quickly turned her gaze toward it. Under the faint moonlight, a familiar figure stood quietly outside.
“Vincent?” Leanna whispered, her pupils narrowing slightly.
Vincent’s red hair glowed softly in the moonlight, his lips curved in that familiar teasing smile. “A tiring night, isn’t it, Leanna?”
Leanna swiftly approached the window, lowering her voice. “Why are you here? Didn’t Rhett warn you to stay away from me?”
Vincent leaped gracefully, landing on the windowsill. His movements were like a cat in the dark—agile and dangerous. “Warn me?” His voice was full of mockery. “Do you really think that gentleman can stop me?”
Her heart raced, but she tried to appear calm. “What do you want?”
Jumping down from the windowsill, Vincent slowly approached her, a hint of danger in his eyes. “What I want has never been something Rhett could offer. But you, Leanna—aren’t you curious about what the Moon Spirit’s power can bring you?”
“Don’t try to play games with me,” Leanna took a step back, her gaze wary. “Every word from you vampires is a trap.”
He chuckled softly, but his eyes grew serious. “A trap? Perhaps. But sometimes, traps are the only path to the truth.”
Her fingers trembled slightly, but she forced her voice to remain steady. “Rhett says you’ll only use me. Your vampires aim to destroy the werewolves, don’t you?”
Vincent’s smile vanished instantly, his gaze turning icy sharp. “Destroy the werewolves? Perhaps. But the real enemy isn’t us, nor something you can imagine.”
“What is it?” Leanna tried to discern answers from his tone, but Vincent suddenly turned and walked toward the window.
“If you truly want to know, stop letting Rhett lead you by the nose,” Vincent’s voice was low and powerful. “His so-called protection is just another shackle. I can offer you true freedom.”
“Freedom?” Leanna sneered. “Your idea of freedom is making me your tool?”
Turning back, Vincent’s red eyes blazed like fire. “A tool? No, Leanna. You are stronger than all of them. Only you can decide your fate.”
As the two faced off, the door was suddenly kicked open, and Rhett appeared at the entrance. His eyes were cold as ice, exuding an undeniable aura of authority.
“Vincent,” Rhett said in a low voice, his tone filled with intense hostility. “You’ve crossed the line.”
Vincent glanced at Rhett, a mocking smile on his lips. “Crossed the line? But I haven’t harmed her, have I?”
“Leave,” Rhett’s voice was deep and commanding. “Or I won’t warn you again.”
Vincent sighed softly, then looked at Leanna with a gentle tone. “Remember my words, Leanna. You have more choices than they allow.”
With that, he lightly leaped out the window, disappearing into the night.
After Vincent left, the room’s atmosphere remained tense. Rhett stood where he was, fists clenched, his gaze icy as he looked at Leanna.
“I warned you not to engage with him,” Rhett’s voice was low, barely containing his anger.
“He approached me; I didn’t seek him out,” Leanna retorted stubbornly.
“He’s a vampire,” Rhett stepped closer, his voice even lower. “Nothing he says is trustworthy. If you let him deceive you, you’ll endanger not only yourself but all of us.”
“I don’t need you to decide whom I should trust!” Leanna snapped her head up, eyes filled with anger and defiance.
Taking a deep breath, Rhett tried to steady his emotions. “You can doubt me, but don’t underestimate him. His target has never been you but the power in your blood.”
Leanna didn’t reply, her heart swirling with complex emotions, but mostly uncertainty about her own future.
“You’ll become someone who loses themselves,” Rhett stood up, his gaze stern. “But if you succeed, you’ll become the master of both clans’ destinies.”
A complex emotion flashed in Leanna’s eyes as she slowly stood up, a newfound determination shining within them. “Then I will succeed.”
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