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~Thorne's POV
The ground shook beneath me, but I hadn't moved. The glass goblet on my table cracked, and before I could blink, it shattered completely.
I froze, staring at it, my pulse racing.
"This…. It's not real?" I whispered.
I looked around the room. Nothing else moved.
Then it happened again. The chair in front of me shifted slightly, without me touching it.
"No," I muttered, stepping back. "That's impossible."
I clenched my fists, breathing fast. I could feel it, a strange pull, like invisible threads in the air that I could tug if I just… thought hard enough. My mind was spinning.
I took a slow breath, focused on the chair again.
Move.
And it did.
It scraped loudly across the stone floor and stopped right in front of me.
I stumbled back, eyes wide. "What in the goddess' name…"
My wolf stirred restlessly inside me. You feel that too, don't you? I asked him silently.
He growled low. Power. Old power.
I swallowed hard. "But where did it come from?"
