Chapter 176
My dress and my hair whipped around me like clouds as I glared at the guards from where I stood in the cell.
Were they the source of my anger? Oh, no, definitely not. I’ve dealt with their kind for years without snapping.
People who discriminate against me for who I am. People who thought I deserved nothing but death for simply existing. Updates are released by.net
“Look at her. Is she even a real witch?” One of the many bullies in my life back in the Luminari Coven always used to say that about me.
“She should just kill herself. I can’t imagine being such a disgrace to my family name.”
“Her mother should be rolling in her grave right now.”
“Someone throw a fireball spell and watch how woefully she fails to catch it with her magic!”
And they did. Every bloody time, they did.
Sending a plethora of attack spells at me, not enough to kill me but just enough to make me grovel on the ground, crying from the pain while they looked down at me with disdain and laughed like I was a circus act for their amusement.
I’ve had to deal with that for years… So the petty insults from these guards shouldn’t be enough to spite me.
However, someone else’s anger and frustration were flowing inside me. I could feel it… Kaelos. I didn’t know what was getting him upset, but it was reflecting on me as well.
And like an endless loop, my anger was also probably flowing through him as well.
’Odessa, you have to fight it!’ Sirena tried being the voice of reason once again, her tone pleading. ’They aren’t worth it. If you want to direct your anger at someone, you can do that to Celine, once we get out of here.’
However, I wasn’t listening to reason and clenched my fists, watching as an invisible pressuring force descended on the guards from where I stood.
Just like they had mentioned, the gate of the cell was enchanted with some kind of moonstone and was lighting up, trying to hold back my magic.
But my energy was a chaotic storm while it was a steady river. My lack of control was also my strength as much as a weakness.
’Do you think Celine is even going to get punished?’ I asked Sirena mentally, hot tears burning in my eyes as I bit my bottom lip. ’Several people died because of me. Because I was pushed to the edge by Celine and Lucinda and they both painted me as the monster this world so desperately wants to persecute.’
I paused, gritting my teeth as I defied the protective enchantments of the gate and stretched my right hand out of it, pointing it at the guards who were now on their knees, struggling to breathe and clutching their chests as their faces turned purple from suffocation.
“You want a killer! You want a monster!” I cried out, my magic spiking up to a degree that slowly caused the dungeon itself to tremble. “Well, you have one n—”
Before I could finish that sentence, a hand grabbed my wrist from outside the cell, causing me to gasp as I whipped my head to glare at the culprit.
It was Marcellus, who had an understanding look in his eyes as he gently shook his head. “Odessa, this isn’t the way. Believe me, if I did this each time I was disappointed with the werewolf race during my lifetime, this continent would be a graveyard.”
My eyes quivered, the tears that had been welling up slowly pouring out as my hands shivered with hesitation.
“Don’t let go of control.” He whispered, rubbing my wrists with a nod. “Let go of the anger. Let go of the hate. Let go of the pain. Let go of your frustrations. That’s the only way you can find peace and control.”
He’s telling me to let go of my emotions. But there’s one problem with that…
My fingers trembled as I bit so hard on my bottom lip that I could taste my blood. My lips parted repeatedly before I finally let out the words weighing my chest with one breath.
“I–I don’t know how to, Marcellus.”
As soon as those words left my mouth, my hands lowered and I fell to my knees, clutching the cell bars with my left hand while my right hand remained outside the cell.
My magic stopped flowing out violently, my hair and clothes dropping around me as I wept, closing my eyes so I wouldn’t have to look into the eyes of the guards or Marcellus.
I could feel Marcellus staring down at me for several seconds and could hear the persistent coughing and grunting of the guards as they slowly rose to their feet.
“She’s pure evil incarnate!” One of them finally yelled, his breathing ragged.
“We should report her to the Alpha King. I’m not sure that cell can hold her—”
“Both of you, get out.” Marcellus suddenly interrupted, his voice cold and menacing.
The guards were silent at first until I heard Marcellus’ legs move on the floor.
He seemed to have turned around to look at them but that was enough to make them whimper like dogs before they scurried out of the dungeons, their footsteps echoing on the distant stairs that lead to the palace above.
“Oh, you poor thing,” Marcellus muttered as his hand gently brushed my hair but I shivered in response, looking away from him and sniffling hard.
I don’t have control. I was still a wild card whose powers could spike uncontrollably at any given moment. And if that doesn’t change… No one in this continent will trust me.
Ever.
“I’ll… I’ll always be feared.” I nearly choked on my words, trying and failing to draw in deep breaths. “I’ll always be known as a killer and a—”
“I don’t see you as such, Odessa,” Marcellus said reassuringly, forcing me to finally raise my head to see his smiling face.
But before I could say anything, another voice broke through.
“Neither do I, child.”
My body froze as I turned my head to see the source of the familiar voice.
“A–Aunt Althea.”