Chapter 32
855 Words
Vivian’s POV
The glass of the window broke without me touching it.
One moment I was sitting on the bed, staring out at the courtyard below. The next moment there was a sound like ice cracking, and a spiderweb of fractures appeared across the pane.
I jerked back.
My hands were glowing again. Faint violet light that seemed to pulse from under my skin. Not bright. Not dangerous. But definitely there.
The tonic was completely gone from my system now. That much was clear.
Through the bond, I could feel Dominic’s turbulence like a storm. Something had shifted. Something had changed. His emotions were chaotic anger, certainty, all tangled together into something I didn’t fully understand.
But underneath it all was something else. Resolve.
Like he’d decided something. Like he’d made a choice and wasn’t going to secondguess it anymore.
I pressed my hand against the broken window, careful of the jagged edges.
The glass was warm. Almost hot. Like my touch had burned the cold out of it.
Freya came in without knocking, which meant something had happened.
She took one look at the broken window and her expression shifted into something like concern.
“Your power,” she said.
“I know,” I said. “I didn’t mean to…”
“You didn’t touch it,” Freya interrupted. She moved toward the window, examining the cracks. “This was all you. All your energy.”
She turned back to me.
“How long have you been able to do this?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “A few days. It started small. Just warmth under my skin. Heat. Then the glass started to crack and I don’t know how to stop it.”
Freya was quiet for a moment. Then she moved toward me and took my hand.
My power flared immediately. Violet light kbloomed across my palm and up my arm.
Freya didn’t let go.
“Your power is responding to emotion,” she said. “To fear. To anger. To love. The stronger the feeling, the stronger the manifestation.”
“How do I control it?” I asked.
“You don’t,” Freya said. “Not yet. You learn to feel it. You learn to understand what it wants. And then , eventually, you learn to guide it instead of fight it.”
She released my hand and the light faded.
“The tonic suppressed you for ten years ,” she continued. “Your power is essentially reawakening like a newborn. It’s going to be chaotic for a while.”
After she left, I sat on the bed and tried to calm the energy that kept surging through me.
Mira came as the sun was setting.
She took one look at the broken window and whistled low.
“That was you?” she asked.
“I think so,” I said.
“This is good,” Mira said, sitting down beside me . “This is very good actually.”
“How is a broken window good?” I asked.
“Because,” Mira said, “the entire pack has been hearing rumors that Talia was brought in. That her memories are being restored. That the investigation is reaching its conclusion.”
My heart rate picked up.
“What did they find?” I asked.
“I don’t know yet,” Mira said. “But the Alpha came back from the lower levels about an hour ago and he looked like he’d made a decision. Like he knew something .”
Through the bond, I could feel it too. That certainty. That resolve.
“Mira,” I said. “If the investigation proves I’m innocent….”
“Then everything changes,” Mira finished. “Then he doesn’t have any reason to stay away from you anymore.”
The violet glow bloomed across my skin again.
This time I didn’t try to hide it .Just let it pulse there on my palms, visible and undeniable.
Mira’s eyes went wide.
“Your power,” she whispered . “It’s beautiful.”
That night, I heard commotion in the corridors.
Raised voices. Movement. The sound of warriors being summoned.
Through the bond, I could feel Dominic moving through the tower. Could feel his focus. His determination.
Something was happening.
I stood at the broken window and waited. Waited for him to come to me. Waited for whatever was about to unfold.
The bond was singing now. A constant hum of connection that grew stronger every moment. Like it was winding itself tighter. Like it was preparing for something.
Around midnight, I heard him in the corridor outside my door.
He didn’t come in.
Just stood there, like he was gathering his strength. Like he was preparing himself for something that required all his control.
I could feel him fighting the urge to open that door. Fighting the need to be near me.
Instead, he moved away.
And through the bond, I understood.
He was going to do something. Something that would change everything.
Something that meant he couldn’t afford to be distracted by me.
Not yet.
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