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No! I won’t lose control!

My vision changed, allowing me to see the life force of everyone around me, those infected and those not. I remembered what Elinor had told me about not fighting the divinity in me but embracing it. We were at war. And a real fight was happening right now in this city.

Tedara had said she’d seen that I would be capable of containing the chaos, that I wouldn’t be consumed by it.

Maybe I needed to focus on that.

My suit was now almost completely white as my power became more and more unstable. My anger grew, yet so did a sense of enjoyment I felt at what was happening.

It made me sick, but that was the side of chaos I'd never give in to. That was the thing consuming everyone else.

I took a breath, and the world around me slowed down. Screams became drawn out and muffled, and people running by, infected and otherwise, did so in slow motion.

The chaos in me began to move, and my entire body was soon covered in red veins. The electric shocks were mere pinpricks, and I soon couldn't feel them anymore. “This is my body," I growled to the power inside me. "You can't have it. But we can work together. We can find balance!"

I was an Enchanted first. That was who I was.

Like Elinor had said, whoever I was becoming, it was still me. I was a child of the Werewolf Goddess, a werewolf by birth and blood, and I'd remain one, no matter what happened to me. I was born to be strong, a fighter, and as an Enchanted, my purpose was to connect with all.

And I did so. I reached out to every infected soul in the city, hearing their deep inner cries for the torment to end. A red mist appeared on the surface of my body, and I opened my mind and soul to all those infected.

"Natalie!" I heard Lucian yell, and I looked up. “Stop! Please! You have to stop!”

“I’m sorry,” I said to him, his panicked stare painful to look at.

But I couldn’t stop—not now.

I latched onto the chaos inside every infected soul and pulled it from their bodies. My back arched, and my head fell back as a red liquid escaped my body and mixed with the mist still around me.

All around, the infected cried out, their wails of pain echoing through the city.

When the first bulk of chaos from an infected slammed into my body, it was the most painful thing I'd ever felt. My mouth fell open, but no sound escaped.

Rumir ran forward, as did Lucian and Rehema, all of them trying to get to me, but a wave of power surrounding me sent them flying back.

No one else was going to die like an animal. I wasn't going to kill another infected, but maybe this way, they’d die peacefully.

The gods had told me that once a soul was consumed by the virus, it was already dead, too broken to live on.

Even so, the death didn’t have to be gruesome.

I gritted my teeth, my vision blurring, and the chaos inside every supernatural and human flowed into me. And I consumed it all.

My throat burned, as did every inch of my body, and I screamed.

A cloud of red mist formed over my head. It changed shape, twisting and expanding, then shot downward at me.

I wanted to die. The pain was too much, but I could do nothing to end it. My mouth fell open, my screams silenced as all the chaos in the city crawled into my body through my mouth.

Once I’d consumed it all, I fell forward on my hands and knees, my vision red. Tears of blood fell from my eyes. I put my arms around myself and fell onto my side, every inch of my body aching.

The only sounds in the city were the moans of the wounded and the crackling of fires… until I screamed, a broken cry that could be heard for miles.

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Rehema

Outside Hydum’s house, people kept showing up to place flowers by the door—glowing red flowers.

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