Chapter Thirty-Six

Scarlett’s POV

Something is wrong with me.

I know it the moment I step into the practical room, my palms already heating with runaway magic I can’t seem to contain. Usually, I can feel the dual streams of power in me—the wolfborn channel and the witchborn spark—running side by side. Balanced. Familiar. Mine.

But today?

Today it feels like there’s a storm beneath my skin, and every breath I take only feeds it.

Professor Le Blanc instructs us to practice defensive ...