(Author's POV)
Dion got curious after finding out his new ability. Though, he was still in shock he managed to asked some questions, "Am I the only one who can hear your voice?"
Myra's voice imitated by the painting was like music to his ear. The similarity was hauntingly sweet to him as the reply came, "Only you and the person you have painted can hear my voice and no one else."
'Amusing,' Dion thought as his lips curly upward into a smirk.
A painting that talks in Myra's sweet, melodious voice, that was not just a power but ultimate blessing for Dion and his wolf.
He walked towards his creation, his strides confident and fluid. There was no hesitation, no stumbling this time as he stood in front of the painting. With both his hands on his waist, he looked deep into those hazel eyes and questioned, "Do I have the ability .... to bring you to life? Can you come out of the painting?"
