Chapter 6

The abandoned gymnasium echoed with the sound of my labored breathing. Dust particles danced in the shafts of light streaming through the high windows, illuminating the space that had become our secret training ground.

"Again," Noah instructed, his voice firm but patient. "Focus on controlling the shift, not forcing it."

I closed my eyes, concentrating on the strange energy that had been building inside me since our kiss on the soccer field. It felt like electricity humming beneath my skin, wild and unpredictable.

"I can't," I gasped, opening my eyes in frustration. "It's like trying to hold onto water."

Noah…