By the time the sun climbed high above the courtyard walls, we had been at it for a few hours. The initial triumph of the morning had completely evaporated, replaced by a grueling routine of trial and error.
My power was only working half the time now. Every time I reached inside myself to pull at the violet light, it felt like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands. I was exhausted, a deep, bone-weary fatigue settling into my muscles, making even my wolf feel heavy and sluggish. But I kept trying.
At the beginning of the session, it had been great. The magic had flowed smoothly, wrapping around my skin like silk. But now, it was like I couldn’t call it at all. I would close my eyes, visualize the energy, and command it to rise, only for a few pathetic purple sparks to crackle across m
