>>>Zabella’s POV>>>
“Take a deep breath, pull yourself together, and remember who the f**k you are Zabella Dunbrock.” Lyra screamed in my head.
I took a moment to breathe. Suddenly I could move my hands, and I slowly reached down and pulled the needle out of my leg, tossing it into the snow a short distance from me. I took a moment to concentrate, listening to Lyra as she explained my abilities. I put one hand over the needle wound and suddenly began to draw the liquid silver out of the wound, blood also pouring onto the ground. I pulled every spec of silver out of myself, the scene looked gruesome, a pile of snow melting beneath me from the hot red fluid. It was exhausting to control the metal, and I struggled to sit up. The sun was setting, and it was starting to get
