Chapter 64
Enoy pov
It’s been a month since Ambrose brought me here. The bond I share with Freya has only gotten stronger. We spend a lot of time sending feelings and messages to each other pushing how far apart we can get before we lose the feeling of the bond. So far have not found a distance I can’t feel the bond with her.
Ambrose assures me there is no limit to how far apart we can be apart. The bond we share is different, with her being a lesser demon now bonded to me can mist to me. It’s a demon thing. This was how I figured out Ambrose is half demon. He shared with me the tale of his beginning the hate I feel for this master guy is a sour taste on my tongue. When he talks about his mother I can feel the love he had and still has for her. He confided in me that he’s tried drawing her over the years but could never get it right always missing something. I think it’s her soul he’s looking for. The warmth she showed him even though she had every reason to leave him to die at birth.
The more I’m with him the more I start to understand him and even like him a little. But he’s only half of what I can feel he could be. Tonight is a full moon so we are gonna go down by the lake and work on shifting and controlling the flow of additional power from the full moon. As a wolf, my strongest nights are those of the full moon Ambrose says the full moon is the strongest night for most supernaturals. Having part of their origins in one or two of the night gods. And again like us, the night of the new moon is our weakest night.
Tonight on the walk to the lake I’m gonna bring up what I feel in him when we practice pulling on just one emotion at a time. I can’t really pull and use mist emotions like Eris can but the darker, angry, and hateful emotions. emotions that spur a bloody violent act. This act releases a dark energy. Every act releases some kind of energy. The issue I was and still have is letting all the dark energy in. Yes it’s powerful and at times I liked how it felt but using that dark energy leads to dark magic and that leads to staining my soul. An outcome I don’t wish to have. So we have been working on and maintaining a sheila of sorts or more a filter no it’s kinda both really. It's supposed to filter the energy and bounce the strong bits and let the smaller bursts. This helps to increase my strength and power but lowers the risk of darkness taking over. Like Ambrose said balance is key. And being scared of hurting someone blocked my ability to balance the line.
It was one of the first times I let go of that fear that I felt the power in him. The push of power trying to break free. As much as I’m here for him to help me maybe I’m here to help him as well. “Enoy you ready?” “yep coming.” Closing my journal and heading down the stair to meet him at the door. Following him out I bit my lower lip wondering the best way to start. “what is eating you?”
“well each time you ask me to try pulling on emotions I have yet to actually grab in you. I have been feeling something off in you. A power or piece of you locked behind something. A part that desperately wants free. It’s like I can feel you but it’s only part of you.” Shrugging as I finish. He humans for a while. The rest of the walk was silent. On the edge of the lake Ambrose starts talking again. “your right there is a part of me I have locked away. I know it leaks through from time to time but I have kept it locked away for a long time for a good reason. I have never been able to balance the flow of magic without the binding. Anger is a strong emotion as you know. One slip in control can cost you the only person that truly loved you. Red skin and all.” He shrugs looking over at me with tears in his eyes. Wrapping my arms around him hugging him as tight as I can hoping to wash away the pain I see in his eyes.
“I know it’s hard losing someone well not first hand but I have felt a lot of hurt and suffering in the pack and I feel a hole when I think of my mother. But would you let me lock part of me away had I hurt someone I loved?” dropping his shoulders I feel him shake his head. Pulling back keeping my hands on his shoulders “why not use this time we have together here to both learn to control our little bit of extra?” looking him in the eyes telling him how serious I am. Shaking his head I stand my ground. I don’t need his empathy gift to see he’s worried about hurting me. “did you or did you not, promise nothing here in this beautiful paradise can hurt me right?” “of course, your safety is my first priority.” Annoyed at my question “so that means nothing you can do can hurt me. correct?” raising my brow at him with the go ahead tell me I'm wrong face! “uhummuh.. well using me against me something very me to do very well it this may mean we are here longer.” He huffs out.
Shrugging I start stripping rolling my shoulder as I watch, the deepest purple I have ever seen, full moon rise. the full shine of its pink glow I let the shift take over. the extra power flows through me. I can feel the darkness caressing just the edge of my being a tickle against my fur. shaking the tips of my dark fur catches the light shimmering like stars covering my black coat. I can feel my eyes shifting in the sweet promise of power. taking a deep breath I reach for Freya opening up to her she opens to me letting the power fill us both before we cut the flow off. the power and magic take a breath to settle into a nice lazy flow between us. opening my eyes I see things sharper than I have before the minute shift in colors on a single leaf is breathtaking. looking over at Ambrose I see a chained aura around him a call for help. I don’t know what happened one second I,m staring at Ambrose the next I have him pinned down my jaw clamped tightly around his neck. my fangs pressing his skin in almost breaking the skin.
I felt and heard a snap. the snapping of a fence line when the pull gets spooked and charges through. then a heat so hot it burns wraps around my throat.
a growl so loud the world shook. both stilling who's growl was it mine or his?
