Chapter 107:

I step out of the waiting area, my heart still steady but my mind spinning. The weight of Aries' power lingers in the air, crackling like a storm that hasn't fully passed.

"Did you see them?" Aries hums in my head, practically purring with satisfaction. "The way they dropped like dead leaves in a winter storm? And I barely even touched them."

I roll my eyes. "Barely?"

"Mmm," he muses, stretching lazily within my consciousness. "That was less than five percent of my power, sweetheart. Just a little nudge."

I pause mid-step, eyebrows shooting up. "Five percent?"

"Five," Aries repeats smoothly. "The rogues are barely more than skin and bone. Their bodies are weak, their spirits even weaker. Of course, they fell apart." He scoffs. "But did you see the enforcers? The well-fed, highly-trained Lycans? They looked like they were about to crumble, too. Imagine if I had used even ten percent. It would've been a massacre."