My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

His words are meant to be pacifying, to help me calm down so I can focus. But the idea that my magic has changed sounds terrible. Especially when I just started to get a hang of the things I have been practicing. The magic I have been doing over the last few weeks has been all vicarious through Elena and Gentry. Or more accurately their magic has been vicarious through me. I have just been the filter since I have a magic filter or metabolism and can't fight off most spells and incantations.

But what am I supposed to do now? How do I get us out of this? Our whole group could be suffering because I can't get us out of a torrential tornado.

"Okay, Oliver, I take back anything hateful I may have said out of jealousy for you being able to feel her emotions. Is it like this all the time?"

"She's actually just processing 'what if' questions right now. Wait until she's really worried or angry. Although, I wonder if I can feel the same from you two now or if your emotions filter through her to me. Since she is our link."

while I stand here in the middle trying to find a way to get us out of here. My flame is licking at my insides at their lack of urgency at the situation. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website

Breathe, okay. I think you might be approaching this from the wrong angle." Dakota wraps his arms around my waist from behind and rests his chin on the top of my head. "What do you mean? We have to get out of here and I can't make the magic work." I close my eyes and take a deep breath in spite

that now you are marked, your magic probably changed and you said you can't touch the wind with your magic, but I can hear it singing.

"You can hear it?"

all of the magic to get us here, but you weren't meant to hold all of it forever, just until you were ready for all of us, or more likely, we were

you feel

raises his arm in front of us and extends his fingers so his palm is facing the edge of the tornado. He tightens his grip on my waist as I raise my hand and place

share this part of me with him, with all of them. I can feel the wind playing, like he said, but it's not ready to subside yet. I never thought about the