In Love With The Cursed Alpha

Esme's blade cut cleanly through the air, slicing the bottle she had thrown mid-flight.

The water inside burst forth in a shimmering arc, the droplets scattering like fractured glass. Hence, the liquid met the petals of her weapon, clinging for a moment before vanishing into nothing.

A shiver ran down Esme's spine as she recalled how the weapon had attacked the Alpha of the North without warning. Her instinct immediately overran her reason, and she flung the weapon aside, retreating behind a nearby pillar before something happened.

She peeked from behind the pillar, every muscle tense as she waited. If something were to happen– if a more powerful latent magic were to awaken– she needed to be prepared.

But nothing.