Clay POV
"What happened tonight?" I asked Emma again, my worry evident in my furrowed brows. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, and I could sense the unease that lingered beneath her words.
"Being a white Lycan means I hold immense power within me," she began, her voice quivering slightly. "The storm outside tonight, it was my doing."
"I usually have control, but the power within me can be overwhelming, especially when my emotions are in turmoil," she continued.
"The potion my brother gave me helps keep it all at bay," she confessed, her trembling hand a testament to the toll it took on her. I could sense the fear and exhaustion that clung to her like a suffocating mist.
"Are you afraid to tell me?" I asked, my voice laced with concern. She hesitated for a moment,
