Chapter 47: The Weight of Shadows
The night had settled over the mansion like a shroud, enveloping us in an eerie stillness that seemed to amplify every whispered thought. I stood at the large window in my room, gazing out at the moonlit landscape, its silvery glow casting long shadows across the sprawling grounds. The world outside was tranquil, yet I could feel the underlying tension pulsing through the air, a stark contrast to the deceptive calm that surrounded us.
I was acutely aware of the weight on my shoulders—the responsibility that came with the power I now possessed. It was more than just the fear of the rival pack lurking in the darkness; it was the fear of losing control of my own abilities. After everything that had happened, the question of whether I would be a savior or a threat loomed over me like a dark cloud. Each time I remembered the way my powers surged and spiraled during our last encounter, a shiver ran down my spine.
