And ensues the rage. It might not look like it based on Declan’s expression but that man was a walking ball of fury thanks to Jason’s words.
I ran a hand over my face. I didn’t have the energy to try and stop whatever altercation might result from Jason being an idiot.
Up until the past two weeks, Declan was my trainer. Before him, I’d trained with James—my werewolf best friend who had been conveniently unavailable ever since he went off on some hush hush Pack mission. So yeah, I could kinda see Jason’s point, not that I’d ever openly agree with him.
But I didn’t have a whole lot of options. Declan and James were two of the only people strong enough to train with me. Sure, both men could tear me in two if they wanted to, but between my pyrokinetic and telekinetic abilities, I could do permanent damage or accidentally kill someone.
I’d been focusing on strength and hand-to-hand training. It was safer. And it was my choice. Declan didn’t have the knowledge to hone my psyker abilities. But he was a hell of a fighter. He was doing the best he could with me and it wasn’t like I was an easy student.
Declan growled and every hair on my body stood on end. Rather than get involved, I decided to take this opportunity to catch my breath and took a seat on the floor.
It was nice down here.
“Why do you think you’re here? Help her or get out. Stop wasting our time.”
Jason sighed and turned back to me. “Whatever you learned during your time with the shifters, unlearn it. You need to create new instincts. You need to start reacting with your telekinetic powers first and physical force second. Understand?”
I nodded. Easier said than done but I was willing to give it a go.
“Okay then. Let’s go again.”
I heaved out a breath and rose to my feet. That break hadn’t lasted long.
This was my fifth training session with Jason and Dia. I was supposed to learn how to better manage my TK abilities. Instead, I tended to get my ass kicked and it was getting old.
I couldn’t deny that some of what we worked on did help with my control. The room didn’t shake and the floor didn’t shudder every time I called on my telekinesis anymore. I wasn’t on the verge of a complete loss of control. And I didn’t worry about inadvertently hurting people anymore. But I didn’t know how to fight like a TK. Jason and Dia grew up with their abilities. They used called on them instinctually. Telekinesis wasn’t natural for me. Fire was. I just didn’t understand why they wouldn’t let me burry my TK side. If you asked me, being a pyrokinetic was more than enough.
“I can’t believe Inarus never went over any of this with you,” Dia mumbled as she strode back toward her seat. I rolled my eyes and decided not to rise to the bait because in truth, he had. He was the reason I didn’t level the Compound when my emotions ran high. He was the reason I could be around the people I cared about. And he was also the reason I knew that unleashing my abilities unless I had complete control over them could be catastrophic to those around me.
I knew my telekinesis had the potential to be an asset. I mean, who didn’t want more power in a fight? But some mental block inside me didn’t want to wield it.
Everything in me screamed it was risky. Dangerous.
And no matter how many times I said aloud that I wanted to control it, use it even, in truth, I just wanted my telekinesis to go away.
I eyed the cuff wrapped around Dia’s wrist. Her telekinetic abilities were still bound thanks to the spell-worked cuff the Evergreen witches had provided back when she was just one more in an endless line of people who wanted to kill me. It should have come off on its own by now, but it hadn’t and I wasn’t going to bring it up.
A small part of me wished I had that cuff. But I wasn’t willing to sacrifice my pyrokinesis just to have the burden of my TK powers lifted. That cuff was an all or nothing solution. I couldn’t pick and choose which powers to smother.
I sighed. Dia might not be the enemy anymore, but she still wasn’t a friend.
So I ignored her and rolled my eyes. Inarus had taught me a lot. She didn’t know the mess I was before his help. And I wasn’t about to lay myself bare before her.
My past wasn’t any of her business. And right now, I really didn’t want to talk about her brother either. Inarus was the last person I wanted to think about. That way led to nothing but anger and depression.
We still didn’t know if he’d survive his injuries.
It’d been over two weeks since my mother—the leader of the Northwest Human Alliance Corporation—had abducted and brutalized him.
We’d managed to get him out but not before he’d sustained life-threatening injuries.
He’d undergone surgery but the damage had been so severe the Pack healers had needed to put him into an induced coma to give him time to heal.
It’d been nearly three weeks now.
Frankie and Annabeth checked on him daily and his vitals were stronger now than before, but we still didn’t know when, or if, he’d wake up. Most of his bones had fused back together thanks to advanced psyker healing abilities but his skin was still mottled with bruises and we didn’t know what other internal damage he may have
