93

NIRVANA

I didn’t realize I was sensitive to silver, just like werewolves, until today. I could feel my body giving out. I shivered when my skin was so cold while my inside seemed boiling like molten lava.

The cage didn’t help either. It was sickening. It smelled like rotten animals. The longer I stayed there, the more horrible the smell became.

The cave must be spell-protected. I couldn’t reach Zarah to ask for help, and my necklace was useless.

Knight was also in pain. Despite how hard he tried to hide the pain inflicted with silver, I still felt it. We shared a bond, and we shared thoughts in the first place.

I tried to block him, but somehow, he became my anchor, my hope, and he was the only thing that gave me a reason to stay strong and keep my mind sane. If it wasn’t for him, keep telling me not to expose my ability. I’d already fought these werewolves to protect us.

At the back of my mind, I was so full of myself, thinking I had mastered my gift. Instead, I put my alpha in