In the dimly lit study in the Alpha’s cabin, Calypso looked at the oracle Cassandra with uncertainty. Though she reluctantly gave her consent to be ‘helped’, she was still frightened of what would happen next.
The realization that she was a witch required time to process, but she wasn’t sure she’d have any, with Alpha Valric so keen to use her powers. But how could he use a power that even she didn’t know how to use?
“You look concerned, child, speak”, Cassandra said, dragging her out of her thoughts.
“It’s just... me learning about my power clearly isn’t only for myself, right?”
“You are correct.”
“Because I am to be used by the Alpha, correct?”
“Yes”
“But how can I be useful to him if even I don’t know how to use my ‘power’? I don’t even know what it is, but he seems eager to use
