CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Rose’s POV

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my trembling hand. I had always been afraid of my magic powers. I couldn't still figure out where I got that from, but lately, the fear had intensified. I could feel it from within, even when I tried to explore or research where I got that from I still couldn't figure it out.

I had tried to control my powers but all efforts I made proved abortive, the last time it was in the presence of Beatrix I tried to control myself but I still ended up destroying a mud cup. Beatrix kept wandering and what exactly happened but I couldn't say a word to her.

My magic powers seemed like they had a mind of their own even when I try to hold them down I couldn't control the whole part of me.

I knew I had to learn to control them, but I didn't know how or from who I could learn, I was still in Tyler's custody and didn't have the right to leave at the same time I couldn't relate to anyone in Tyler's pack that I had some sort of powers.

I closed my