the candle flames dance like lovers to an unheard melody, swaying to the rhythm of her newfound power. airen's honey-blonde hair floats around her face, caught in a phantom wind that pulses with each beat of her wild heart. where once she felt the primal surge of the wolf, now something entirely different courses through her veins — something that tastes like starlight and crackles like lightning beneath her skin.
"i feel like i could burn this place down"
the whisper escapes her lips with a sort of reverent terror, watching as the flames leap higher with each word, responding to emotions she can barely contain. her fingers tremble not with the familiar ache of an approaching full moon, but with the raw potential of magic that begs to be unleashed. "i feel... p o w e r f u l."
it's different from the wolf's strength — that had been all muscle and fury and instinct. this... this is like holding a storm in the palm of her hand. every breath draws in more power, every heartbeat sends it surging through pathways she never knew existed in her body. the wolf had been chains, had been limitations and lunar cycles... but this? this feels like F R E E D O M.
the grimoire before her pulses with promises of power, its pages practically singing to her newfound abilities. she can feel the magic reaching out, wanting to be shaped, to be wielded. no more waiting for the moon to grant her strength. no more suppressing the beast within. now she holds lightning in her lungs and hurricanes in her heart, and every second feels like standing on the edge of an inferno she could either contain or release.
but there's a price to this intoxicating new power — the loss of pack bonds that once anchored her soul, the absence of that primal connection to her wolf that had defined her existence since triggering that curse. the magic fills those spaces with raw potential, but it can't replace the familial bonds that once tethered her to reality. she's untethered now, floating in an ocean of power with no shore in sight.
and maybe that's the most terrifying part: not that she could burn everything down, but that part of her w a n t s to, just to see the flames dance in her newfound power.
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