Vivian’s pov
The broken window terrified me.
Not because it was dangerous. But because I’d done it without meaning to. Without touching it.
Freya had come and gone, bringing supplies to fix it. She was calm about the whole thing, explaining again how my power responded to emotion. How I needed to learn control, and how this was normal for an awakening.
Although nothing about it felt normal.
The violet glow had fade my skin hours ago, but I still could feel the power underneath. I could still feels the way it wanted to break things. To burn thing. To hurt things.
I was standing at the repaired window, careful not to touch it, when Rowan appeared at my door.
He didn’t knock. Just came in like he had a right to, which was either very brave or very stupid.
“The pack is talking,” he s
