Chapter 109: When Power Tastes Like a Curse
Elara’s POV
The water shimmered again, the woman’s form half-mist, half-moonlight. My heart was still pounding from the sprint, from the broken bracelet, from the way I’d nearly lost control back there. But here... now... staring into her silver eyes, it was like time stopped.
“So,” she spoke again, voice woven with threads of steel and smoke, “have you finally decided to embrace what you are, Elara Nightwind?”
It wasn’t just a question.
It was a summon.
My throat was dry, lips parted, heart thrashing like prey in a snare.
“Who I am?” I managed, trying to scoff but failing. “You’ll have to be a bit more specific. Because right now? I’m just someone who nearly blew up a classroom and is hiding by a lake praying not to spontaneously combust.
