Ivan
Magic was everywhere.
Mine had awakened when Fenrir came into being after Nefera marked me, but it wasn't like hers. I couldn't manipulate energy or cast spells, and I'd tried using Nefera's magic books a handful of times. But, so far, all I could do was create useless lights, only with Nefera channeling my power through her. I can't deny that it was frustrating. Not that I'd ever dreamed of having magical powers, but they were useless when I'd awakened them.
My uncle would scold me for wanting something so volatile, and I couldn't blame him for thinking that way. Magic had killed his mate, and his experiences with it and the war had left him scared and wary. The thing is, I'm not my uncle, and I had no intention of getting lost in the ability like others were doomed to do. I only wanted to learn enough to fight against our enemies who already used magic like it was water. Being strong and using my wolf wasn't enough for this war.
