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~Lisa’s POV
Branches scratched at my arms and face, but I didn’t care. I wanted the rush, the freedom of action. I wanted power, not waiting. My lungs burned, my heart pounded like a drum in my chest, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop until I was far enough away, until I could think, act, do sothing on my own.
I finally slowed, leaning against a thick oak, gasping for breath. My hands shook, my body sore, my mind spinning with frustration and anger. Why couldn’t she just... teach ? Just a little? I could handle it. I knew I could.
I scread. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Anger, frustration, the raw need for power, it all erupted from . "I refuse! I won’t wait! I want it now!"
The trees around shook as if they could feel my rage. My hands clenched at my sides, fingers trembling. My body began to pulse with heat, the raw, untad energy surging from sowhere deep inside. My chest heaved, my heart pounding like a drum.
And then... I felt it. The familiar rush, the wolf inside clawing its way out. My muscles tensed, my bones shifted, my vision sharpened. My senses exploded. I wolfed out, teeth bared, claws scratching the earth.
For a heartbeat, it felt incredible. Pure power. Pure freedom. But I was so tired at that mont. My body, untrained, unprepared, scread in protest. My legs buckled under , my head spun, and the world tilted. I collapsed, gasping, claws retracting as consciousness slipped away.
When I woke up, everything was quiet. Too quiet. My body ached all over, every muscle screaming, but I felt... lighter sohow. My eyes blinked open, and I realized I was back in the hut. The soft morning light stread through the window, and there, standing over , was Lira.
She had a small bundle of herbs in her hand. The sll hit instantly, sharp, bitter, almost like the earth after rain. My stomach churned at the thought of taking dicine, of being controlled, of letting soone else decide what was right for . I wanted to snap at her, push her away, run even, but I was too tired, too raw.
"You’re too old to be throwing tantrums like this," she said, moving closer. Her hand swung lightly, but firmly, across my back. The sting burned sharply, making wince and straighten my shoulders as if that could sohow protect . My chest heaved, my fingers dug into my knees.
"I refuse!" I yelled, my voice cracking. "I refuse to give up! I want what I want! I won’t wait! I won’t!" The words felt jagged in my mouth, full of desperation and frustration. She didn’t respond right away, just placed the bundle of herbs in front of on the floor. Her eyes were calm, almost too calm, unshakable. It made sothing inside burn hotter, a mix of sha and stubborn pride. I felt my chest tighten as I glared at her.
"I won’t take it," I spat, shaking my head violently. The herbs sat there, small and harmless-looking, but to , they represented control, obedience, and giving up. I could feel my jaw ache from clenching it so hard. My hands shook, half from anger, half from the power I refused to let go of.
Lira’s gaze hardened. She stepped closer again, slow but certain, her presence commanding. Her hand ca down lightly, but firmly, across my back once more. The sting made cry out involuntarily, my chest jerking forward as my pride and anger collided.
"Stop behaving like a brat, Lisa," she said, her voice low and commanding. I could hear the calm in it, the patience, but underneath there was steel. I felt cornered, trapped between wanting to lash out and wanting to obey.
"I... I don’t care!" I shot back, my voice shaking. "I don’t care if you say it’s for ! I won’t take it! I want it my way! I... I just want it now!" My hands curled into fists, nails biting into my palms. I could feel tears welling up, burning behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.
I glared at her, breath shaky, lips trembling. My pride scread, my body scread, my mind scread. And yet... sothing inside softened. Slowly, reluctantly, I picked up the herbs. My hands shook as I brought them to my lips, but I obeyed. I drank them down, the bitter taste burning my tongue and throat.
When I finally swallowed, I let out a shaky breath. I slumped forward, exhausted, tears slipping down my cheeks again.
"I... I’m ready," I whispered, my voice breaking slightly. My chest felt tight, my whole body trembling from the mixture of fear and anticipation, but the fire inside still burned. I sank to my knees in front of her, hands clenched tightly in my lap, fingers digging into my skin. "Please... please, Lira... show the shortcut. Please... I can’t wait anymore."
Her eyes softened imdiately, warm and steady, and I felt a strange sense of calm wash over . She knelt down in front of , close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her body. She reached out, cupping my face gently with her hands. Her touch was light, but firm, and it made my heart race even faster.
"Fine," she said softly, her voice low and calm, carrying authority but not harshness. "I... I’ll take you through it. But you have to promise sothing. If your body resists the power... if it fights you... You have to let know. You must listen to your body, Lisa. Can you do that?"
I blinked, swallowing hard. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, hot and urgent, but I held back my sobs. My throat felt raw as I nodded quickly. "I... I will. I promise. I’ll listen. I’ll do whatever it takes... please, Lira. I trust you." My words ca out shaky, but sincere. I ant every single one. I needed her to trust , too, to believe I could handle this.
Her lips curved into a small, proud smile, and sothing inside fluttered at the sight. She leaned closer and pressed a gentle hug against , her arms wrapping around with careful strength. The scent of herbs clung to her, calming and earthy, grounding in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. I rested my head briefly against her chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing, letting it steady my own frantic heart.
"That’s all I needed to hear," she whispered, her voice brushing against my ear like a soft wind.
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