The forest was quiet after Elijah disappeared into the shadows, but the tension still lingered, thick and suffocating. I stood there, my heart pounding, my mind racing with everything that had just happened.
Damian’s low growls faded as he staggered to his feet, but I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. My thoughts were consumed by the power that pulsed inside me, growing stronger with each passing second.
I could still feel the weight of Elijah’s words: You can’t run from who you are forever.
But who was I becoming?
The darkness inside me stirred, a fire that burned hotter with every breath. I had felt its pull when I watched Elijah and Damian fight, felt the thrill of their violence, the intoxicating allure of their power. And I hated that I wanted more of it.
I took a shaky breath, my
