Celeste took a deep breath, the air seeming heavier in her lungs than it should have been.
“I understand this power more than I want to,” she said finally, her voice low, steady, but threaded with something darker. “It’s dangerous. Too dangerous for someone... like me to have...”
Her gaze drifted, unfocused, as though she was looking somewhere far beyond the walls of the Alpha King’s residence.
“I remember the first time I lost control.”
Victoria’s posture shifted, but she didn’t speak. She could feel the change in Celeste’s voice, the way it dipped, heavy with something she hadn’t planned to share.
“It was years ago. I was young, too young to know what I could do, or how to stop it if it went wrong. I’d gotten into an argument with my parents. I don’t even remember what it was about
