In the cottage, Nate had woken up as he looked around wide-eyed only to see his best friend sitting beside him, and shooting a smile at the sight of seeing him awake.
Yesterday after Nate had activated his powers out of anger, he had not been able to control it, he was swallowed in his anger and could not control his state. It was the first time Nate had felt so much killing intent toward someone.
Even after Lucian had dragged him away, his powers did not deactivate. It affected the weather, as the whole place from where Lucian had dragged him to where he sent him to in the middle of the woods, was freezing as in winter. Luckily Lucian was never affected by any temperature change.
The ground they stood on was beginning to be covered in ice and most of the animals scurried away, shivering from the cold.
