My Fated Mate Can Have Her-Chapter 46: She Should Not Know

Kael

If she weren’t my mate, she would either be a potential enemy or a powerful ally. And even at that, I would still have found a way to make her mine.

I did not recall anyone improving this fast, not even the most skilled wolves.

Neither have I read of Lycans developing this rapidly.

Three days had passed since we had arrived at the clearing. Three days of watching her push past every limit I set, every boundary I thought would exist for someone with her lack of training.

She was far more adept at climbing trees now. Not quiet or stealthy, but her stamina and agility had improved a whole lot and that was only in a manner of days.

To the point it became unnerving.

And exciting.

She was fascinating.

Then again, as much as she tried, I still noticed her using boosts of her syzygy to help with her movement. Despite not drawing energy from the sun or moon like I had suggested, she still depended a bit on her syzygy to aid her.

Even with it, this development was still far too quick.

I watched as she laid flat on her back, bathed in sweat and taking in low steady breaths as she stared at the sky. Her syzygy rolled off her in faint waves. There was barely any mark or scent of an Omega on her anymore, but most wolves would barely be able to sense anything they are used to from her. Closest they could guess would be a shiftless wolf.

And what she had said about her progress with her ability.

Telekinesis seemed to be the only ability she seemed to have awakened so far.

"Violet."

She stirred and sat up, shock registering in her face as she looked at me.

I shook off the urge to question her reaction and shifted my attention to a more pressing matter instead.

I had only seen her unknowingly siphon energy from bits of her syzygy while she carried out strenuous activities.

But I had never seen her use her abilities in action.

"I want to see how you utilize your syzygy to move things."

I stood up from where I sat near the stream and stretched before turning to see her get to her feet. I searched the environment, looking for something she’d be able to lift.

I paused, then spoke up without turning to her as I stared at the tent. "Can you pick up something that isn’t in your line of sight?"

A pause.

I could hear the surprise in her voice. "I think so. I have honestly not really tried that. I only did it once."

"Hmm..." I walked towards her and plopped myself down on the moss beside her.

I drew my knee up and leaned my chin on it, my eyes trained on her. "Bring out your bag from the tent. That should be easy enough for you right?" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

She nodded then focused in the direction of the tent, stretching out her hand to slightly flex her fingers.

The next few seconds brought about a chill that made every hair on my skin rise on end.

And it wasn’t from her syzygy, but how she used it.

She should not know of this, and I doubt it was something instinctive.

I watched her use a technique that was strictly taught. No Lycan learned it on their own. This was not instinctive, unless the old texts were lying, which I hardly doubted to be true.

It wasn’t even in the book she had read last week. Not even a hint of it had been in there.

The syzygy coursed through her body, faint, barely visible flashes of gold and silver appearing against her skin in waves that disappeared quickly.

Her emanating force didn’t extend or drag out to pull the bag from the tent.

The sack shot through the flap and into her arms, but I could discern the almost invisible film that coated the object as it flew to her.

She hugged it tight to her chest, taking a step back at the impact.

Joy suddenly brightened her face, momentarily dazing me. I didn’t even have to keep looking to sense the pride she felt for herself.

I snapped my attention back to the pressing issue and rose to my feet. She paused and looked up at me, her smile waning.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No... no..." I whispered, still staring at her, then at the sack.

She did not even struggle.

And Tow had made no mention of this to me while teaching... wait.

"How did you come across that method? I don’t believe Tow taught you that."

She took a step back from me and glanced down at the sack in her arms, frowning. "I... I am not sure."

I stood still, waiting for the faint pulse in her syzygy, in her heartbeat, in her body language.

Even her breathing.

She was not lying.

I frowned, inching closer. "That is strange. How did you now even come about this? When? How did it happen?"

She tilted her neck up to look at me, then slowly shook her head. Her frown deepened and she looked around, confused.

The force within her clamoured and shuddered before relaxing.

She mumbled, "That’s odd. I don’t know. I was sure I..."

It immediately dawned on me.

This was the reaction of someone who had forgotten something. Many thoughts and excuses raced through my mind. Had she sustained a head injury sometime in her room? When she ran away? Or was it when Astrid attacked her?

A sickening feeling settled in my chest. I should have drilled Astrid more. Psychological attacks could at times lead to memory loss, but I had noticed nothing of that sort with Violet.

Or was that really the case?

I grabbed her shoulders and she stood still, her wide eyes snapping to meet mine.

"Enough. Don’t think too hard about it," I let out, closely watching her minute expression. "Sit down."

I gently coaxed her down to the ground and knelt before her, still holding on to her shoulders until she visibly relaxed.

Something else was at play here. And I would get to the bottom of it.