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“They are. Change is horrifying, but it's very important.” Silas grabbed her by the waist. “Thank you for being here. For standing with me.”

“I think I—”

A force so strong that it made Elle gasp. Something pure and electric flowed through her veins. It was nothing like she had ever experienced before.

“Elle?” Silas frowned, grabbing her by the shoulders. “What's wrong?”

Elle squeezed his hand. She could not say it here, in the presence of the whole pack. But she had to make him realize.

“My magic,” her voice was low enough that no one but Silas would hear. “It's here. I can feel it.”

Silas's eyes widened. “Right now?”

“Right now. It's like...” Elle struggled to find words. “Like it had been sleeping and just woke up. Like it's fully manifested.”

“Can you control it?”

Elle focused inward, reaching for that well of power. To her amazement, it responded immediately, flowing through her like water instead of the scattered, chaotic visions she'd been experiencing.

“I think so,” she breathed. “I think I am really able to control it now, Silas.”

Silas's face split into a grin. “That's incredible. Elle, that—” he paused, glancing around. “We should test it out. But not here.”

“Later,” Elle agreed. “After everyone leaves.”

However, as she mentioned it, Elle could feel her magic pulsing within her, ready to be used. She couldn't wait to see what it would show her. How it could help to trace the trafficking ring, to eventually be the one thing they needed to rescue those women.

She didn't know if it fully manifested because of the emotional reconciliation with Silas, their lovemaking, or the changes he had declared to the pack. And if she was being honest, she didn't care.

It was all irrelevant to her. Her magic was here at last. Finally, here to do as she pleased.

And she was going to make a difference with it.

Chapter 19 - Silas

The vision struck Elle two days after the pack gathering.

One minute, she was sitting at the kitchen table alongside Silas, talking about theories of how her newly awakened magic could be used. Then, suddenly, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her body started trembling.

Before she toppled off her chair, Silas snatched her, his heart pounding with fear and helplessness. He could only keep her in his arms, softly whisper encouragement that she could hardly hear, and wait until the vision subsided.

When Elle eventually came to herself, her face was deathly white, and a sheen of sweat coated her forehead.

“I saw it,” she said in a hoarse voice. “The next location.”

“Where?”

She rambled off the address of an old factory on the outskirts of a town two hours north.

“The auction is tonight.”

Silas immediately summoned his brothers and August, who arrived at the house in a quarter of an hour. However, when they arrived, Elle was worse off.

She sat up on the couch, wrapped in blankets, shivering even though the day was hot as fuck. Her skin had turned pale, and she had dark circles under her eyes. This particular vision was harder on her than her usual ones.

“We must move now,” Javi said as soon as Elle recounted what she saw. “We have about six hours to get there and put surveillance in place if the auction is to be held tonight, as she said.”

“Elle is sick,” Silas snapped. “Look at her. That vision sucked her dry.”