The power was growing.
I felt it every day — a humming under my skin, silver light flickering at my fingertips when I was angry or scared.
Alexander watched me like I was a bomb.
Training started immediately.
Kira brought in an old witch — Mira, gray-haired but sharp-eyed — to teach me control.
We worked in the basement gym, away from prying eyes.
"Breathe," Mira said. "The power is part of you, not the other way around."
I tried focusing, but memories flooded in — Jax's rejection, the attacks, the threats.
Silver light exploded from my hands, shattering a training dummy.
Alexander caught me as I staggered.
"Easy," he murmured.
"I'm dangerous," I whispered.
"You're powerful," he corrected. "There's a difference."
But I saw the worry in his eyes.
That night, the attack came.
