The air in Karl's chamber hung thick with fury. The scent of burnt leather still lingered from where Rey's magic had lashed out sending him staggering back. His hand trembled as he touched the faint scorch on his chest, his veins pulsing like they were on fire.

She'd thrown him off using a power no ordinary she-wolf could wield.

Karl slumped into the nearest chair, gripping the arm rest. His chest throbbed, heat crawling beneath his skin where her power had touched him. He unbuttoned his tunic, his eyes widening as he saw something strange, etched faintly across his chest was a crescent shaped mark glowing under the moonlight.

He...