Chapter 128: The Calamity Before the Storm
Chapter 128: The Calamity Before the Storm
Vivian’s POV"And after. Will every shift hurt?" I asked, already bracing for the answer I didn’t want to hear.
"No. It’ll be quicker. The more you shift, the less pain there is. Eventually, it turns into nothing."
That didn’t exactly sound like a comforting no. More like a gentle way of saying, Yes, but you’ll get used to it. I chewed anxiously on the inside of my cheek. Maybe if I stayed optimistic, it wouldn’t seem so bad.
"What about after the shift?" I continued, pushing through my worries.
He leaned back in his desk chair, his expression softening slightly as he gave a small smile. "Well, I’ve never seen anyone else shift like you. You’re the first. I guess we’ll find out together."
A small huff escaped me. "Fair enough. Um... what about the voice in my head? Will her... personality start to affect mine?" I asked hesitantly, my fingers twitching nervously in my lap.
That caught Zaliver’s full attention. He straightened up immediately, dark brows drawn together as his eyes locked onto me.
"Voice?"
I hesitated. "Yeah..." I answered slowly. Suddenly, it didn’t feel like something I should have said out loud.
He looked genuinely stunned and not in a good way.
"Vivian, beasts don’t have voices. They communicate with emotions... strong ones. Sometimes they take over and speak through us, but they don’t... have a distinct voice of their own."
"W-What?" I stammered. The blood completely drained from my face. If they weren’t supposed to have voices... what the hell was living inside my head?
"How many times have you heard her?" he asked, his large hands clasping tightly in front of him.
"Just once. But I always feel her, like she’s lingering just out of reach. She said I’d been blocking her out and that’s why I’ve been getting headaches."
"You’ve been getting headaches?"
"Yeah," I said quickly, wincing at the sudden shift in his mood. I could feel his irritation creeping through the bond, sharp and cold like a gust of wind.
"Why haven’t you told me?" he snapped, his hand slamming against the wooden desk so hard I flinched.
"I didn’t think it was serious!" I defended, my lips pressing into a tight line.
He leaned back, his jaw tensed, frustration radiating off him in heavy waves. "Vivian, I don’t care if it’s a paper cut. If something is happening to you, I want to know. Big or small... tell me."
I swallowed hard, nodding. "Okay."
His pale eyes searched mine, and then he sat back, still visibly tense.
"As for the voice... the only explanation I can think of is that your beast has fused with your wolf somehow, and figured out how to speak through that link. That’s... different."