Chapter 113: Fae Magic Lessons
Prince Ash POV
The flower in Lily’s hand turned to ice, then burst into flames, then crumbled to ash - all in three seconds.
"I can’t control it!" she cried, stumbling backward as sparks danced around her fingers. "Every time I try to use magic, something goes wrong!"
I caught her hands before she could hurt herself, feeling the wild energy sparking between us. This was worse than I’d expected. The fae magic inside her was fighting against her werewolf nature like two storms trying to fill the same sky.
"Breathe," I told her softly. "The power isn’t your enemy. It’s part of you now."
We stood in a small area away from the cave, where I’d brought Lily for her first real lesson. After Sage’s terrifying news about the reality tears, everyone agreed that Lily needed to learn control fast. Her baby was due any day, and if the Void King meant to use the birth to destroy everything, we needed every advantage we could get.
But teaching fae magic to a pregnant werewolf was like trying to teach a storm to whisper.
"It doesn’t feel like part of me," Lily said, tears sliding down her face. "It feels like something trying to claw its way out."
I understood that feeling. When I’d first received fae magic from my mother, it had nearly driven me insane. The power was older than human language, wild as the first forests, impossible to tame with normal thought.
"That’s because you’re fighting it," I stated. "Werewolf magic comes from the pack, from belonging somewhere. But fae magic comes from being free, from accepting that you don’t fit anywhere except exactly where you are."
"That doesn’t make sense," she argued.