That would be the water that was falling from above, a downpour of rain inside the Pantheon. That would be the two wolves howling and circling around her as the hooded male disappeared into the crowd. That would be her magic. Impulsive as it struck out, another crack created in its wake. Reckless as rain pelted against her skin. Wild as air ripped through the arena like the winds of a tempest. That would be the power that told the realm she wasn’t Fae at all.
