The Wolf Who Knows My Past

Episode3: Awakening the Power

Talia’s POV

The forest was quiet for only a moment before I felt it again. A pull, sharp and urgent, tugging at

the edges of my chest. My hands glowed faintly, hot and alive.

“What is happening to me?” I

thought.

“Why is this power inside me waking now?”

Kael moved ahead, silent, sharp, alert. I followed, every nerve on fire, my heartbeat racing

faster than the blood in my ears.

“I have to control this. I cannot let it control me. I have to

survive. I have to be ready for anything.

”

A branch snapped to the left. My breath caught. Shadows moved. Eyes glimmered with hunger

and something darker, something I could feel in my bones. Wolves, more than before, but

different somehow. Stronger, faster, more intelligent. They were circling, watching, waiting for a

mistake.

I tried to steady myself.

“Focus. Control. Breathe. Do not panic.

” My hands tingled hotter. My

chest pulsed with energy. The power inside me wanted to roar, to explode. I could feel it calling

out to the wolves, warning them, pushing them back. I stepped forward, the air around me

humming.

Kael glanced at me, golden eyes sharp, unreadable. I knew he was judging me. Testing me.

Measuring me. I wanted to speak, to ask, to demand answers, but my throat was tight.

“I do not

need answers. I need to survive. I need to control this. I have to be stronger than fear.

”

The wolves lunged at once, faster than my mind could follow. My legs shook but I did not run.

My hands flared, a wave of energy exploding outward. One wolf yelped and staggered back.

Another froze, eyes wide, snarling but cautious. My pulse was wild. The forest seemed alive,

moving with me, pushing, pulling, testing.

Kael moved like liquid, cutting through the shadows, precise and deadly. Every strike, every

movement was a warning and a lesson. I followed, letting my pulse guide me, letting the warmthin my hands flow, letting my instincts push me. I felt alive. Terrified and alive. Dangerous and

alive.

The wolves circled again. I could feel them testing me, challenging me. My chest burned. My

legs shook. My hands glowed brighter, hotter. I stepped forward. The air pulsed. One wolf

yelped, stumbling back, its eyes wide. Another froze mid-leap. My power was real. My power

was alive. My power was mine.

Kael glanced at me again. I felt his golden eyes on me, and something shifted in the air. I was

no longer just a follower. I was part of the fight. Part of the danger. Part of the power. The

wolves hesitated, unsure, sensing the energy I could feel but did not yet understand.

My pulse screamed in my ears. My hands flared again. The wolves faltered and retreated

slightly. My legs shook. My chest burned. My heart pounded. I realized in that moment that I was

no longer just surviving. I was awakening. I was alive. I was dangerous.

Kael moved closer, his presence pressing against me, protective and commanding. I wanted to

speak, to ask him if I was doing it right, if I was strong enough, if I would survive this. But words

failed me. I could only feel him, feel the forest, feel the power inside me, wild and untamed.

The last wolf retreated into the shadows. Silence fell, heavy and thick. My chest heaved. My

hands glowed faintly. My body trembled from adrenaline and exhaustion, but I was alive. Kael

stood beside me, golden eyes scanning the darkness, alert as ever.

I felt a surge of something inside me. Confidence. Fear. Power.

“I survived once. I survived

again. And now I am more than I was before. I am awake. I am alive. I am ready.

”

Kael did not speak. He never did. He moved ahead, leading me deeper into the forest. My legs

burned. My hands tingled. My pulse pounded. The moon shone high, silver and bright,

illuminating the shadows and the forest that felt alive around me.I kept my eyes on him, on the path, on the shadows. My mind raced with questions I did not

have time to answer. Who was he really? What was this forest? What were these wolves and

why did my power respond to them? And why did I feel like I was part of something bigger,

something dangerous, something I had been reborn to face?

I glanced at him. Golden eyes, sharp, commanding, alive. My chest tightened. My hands glowed

brighter.

“I cannot run. I cannot hide. I have to face this. I have to control this. I have to survive.

And maybe, I have to trust him.

”

The forest pulsed with life, danger, and energy. My power hummed. My heart thumped. Kael

moved ahead, silent and untouchable. I followed, aware of every shadow, every sound, every

heartbeat. The world I had been reborn into was alive, dangerous, and waiting.

“I survived before. I will survive again. But this time I am awake. I am alive. I am more. And I am

ready for whatever comes next.

”

Kael and I finally left the forest behind. The shadows, the wolves, the pulse of power, I felt it all

fading, replaced by the hum of the modern world. Streetlights flickered ahead. Cars passed. The

air smelled different, clean and sharp, nothing like the forest I had just survived.

I looked at him, and he looked at me, and for a moment, everything was quiet. We walked

through the city streets side by side, blending in, ordinary, invisible. I wanted to ask him a

hundred questions, to demand answers, to understand everything that had just happened, but

the words stuck in my throat.

We reached a small apartment building. He opened the door silently and stepped aside. I

hesitated. This was the world we had returned to. The danger was gone, the wolves were gone,

and yet, I felt a tension in my chest, a pulse of power still lingering, reminding me that nothing

would ever be normal again.

One Month EarlierTalia Morgan glanced at her phone, frowning at the time. She had overslept again. The alarm

had gone off, of course, but she had ignored it, rolling over one more time like she always did on

mornings she wasn’t exactly thrilled about.

“Great, just what I needed,

” she muttered, dragging

herself out of bed.

Her apartment smelled faintly of leftover coffee from last night. She rubbed her eyes and

stretched, ignoring the small stack of unopened emails and the sink full of dishes. Work was

waiting. The office, the routine, the people who didn’t know about her dreams or the

restlessness she sometimes felt—it all demanded her attention.

Talia grabbed her phone again, scrolling through notifications with a sigh. Messages from

friends she hadn’t answered, reminders about deadlines, and an email from her boss marked

urgent.

“I really need to get moving,

” she muttered, throwing the blanket aside and swinging her

legs over the side of the bed. Today would be long, ordinary, and completely mundane.