Destroy My Life In You-Chapter 119: Trying to Reach Her Power

A whole day had passed, yet Ravenna and Nyx still couldn’t come up with a solid plan to reach Liam. It wasn’t that locating him was the issue. Nyx, being a witch, could easily track him with her magic. The real problem was that the moment she cast a locating spell, it would inevitably expose their whereabouts to her sisters. Though Nyx had severed ties with them long ago, the power they shared had been nurtured together since childhood. Their magical connection ran deep, and if one of them used even a fragment of that shared energy, the others would feel it like a ripple in still water as long they were concentrating on locating the other person, which probably, Nyx could guess her sisters would be doing so. That was the risk they couldn’t afford to take, so they needed another way.

"Was Alaric really not willing to help?" Nyx asked, her voice faint and a little tired as she lay stretched across the sofa.

Ravenna, who was standing behind the couch with her arms crossed, gave a slight nod. "Yes. If he had been, I wouldn’t have made such a drastic decision. I wouldn’t have left."

Nyx let out a soft sigh before pushing herself into a sitting position. "This is more complicated than I thought. I’m really at a loss... What should we do?"

Ravenna fell silent, her eyes distant as she became lost in thought. After a moment, she inhaled deeply and murmured, "There might be a way, though I don’t know if it’ll work."

Nyx immediately turned to her, the smallest flicker of hope lighting up her eyes. "It has to work. What is it?"

"It’s vague, but... when I was still Astrid, I remember reading something about the Primal Alpha. It said the Primal Alpha has the power to command all wolf shifters—Lycans, Alphas, even ordinary werewolves. The book didn’t go into detail, but I’m sure the second part, the ’how,’ was in the other book, the one the Lycan King took."

Nyx didn’t say anything right away. She just stared at her, lips pressed into a line.

Ravenna looked down at her hands, the weight of helplessness creeping in again. "If I could just find a way to activate or harness that ability, we wouldn’t need to worry about finding Liam or protecting ourselves. But without that book..."

"We won’t know unless we try," Nyx interrupted, her tone suddenly firmer.

Ravenna blinked. "What?"

"I mean, we should at least try and see what you’re capable of. You’re not a witch, so it’s not like you need to chant spells or draw sigils. Your power comes from within—it’s instinctive."

Ravenna considered the suggestion and slowly nodded. "You’re right. We can try."

"Good. Come over here."

They both stepped onto the empty side of the living room, a spacious area with polished floors and high ceilings, partially lit by the waning sunlight streaming through the tall windows.

Ravenna stood opposite Nyx, her posture tense, unsure of what she was meant to do. "What should I start with?" she asked quietly, glancing down at her hands once more. A sharp determination flickered in her eyes. She needed to become stronger—not just for herself, but for Riven, for Alaric, and for everyone caught in the crossfire of this chaotic, old-time war. This time, she would not allow anyone to suffer in her place.

Nyx walked over and stood beside her, thinking for a moment. "I remember the night you shifted into your wolf form for the first time," she said. "There was a sudden storm. Thunder, lightning, wind, and it came out of nowhere, only to vanish just as fast. Almost like it had been summoned and dismissed at will. If I’m not wrong, that was you."

"You think I caused that?" Ravenna asked, unsure. The memory of that night was a blur of pain, confusion, and unbearable transformation. She had only wanted the pain to end, she couldn’t remember anything about commanding the storm.

"I do," Nyx said. "So let’s start there. Try to control the weather—summon the storm."

"Are you sure that was really me?"

"As I said," Nyx replied with a small smirk, "we won’t know unless we try."

"Alright," Ravenna said softly.

She closed her eyes, and when they opened again, they shimmered with a blue glow. She took a deep breath, releasing it slowly as her eyelids fluttered shut once more. This time, she tried to really focus on the stillness that surrounded her. The quiet hum of the air, the distant creak of the old mansion’s wood, the faint ticking of a clock somewhere down the hall. She tried to drown it all out. Clear her mind. Connect with whatever power lay dormant inside her.

But after what felt like an eternity, she managed to summon only the gentlest breeze. It barely stirred the hem of her clothes. It was so faint, it wouldn’t even have been enough to kindle a flame.

Nyx didn’t flinch. "Don’t worry," she said calmly. "We can’t give up. This is the only path we have right now. If you manage to control the weather, then breaking through the magical shutters won’t be a problem. It’s all tied together. Your strength, your instincts. I doubt there’s any real difference."

Ravenna nodded, but the disappointment in her chest was hard to ignore. It weighed on her like a stone. Why couldn’t she harness her own abilities? Why did the power within her feel so unreachable she needed it most? If she could unlock even a fraction of it, she might be able to end all this. Save everyone without more war.

"If only I could get my hands on that book," she murmured under her breath, the frustration seeping into her voice.

But Nyx heard her anyway. "Stop stressing yourself, sweetheart. It’ll be fine," she said with gentle reassurance.

"I hope so," Ravenna whispered. "We can’t afford to delay much longer. If the Lycan King catches wind that I’m out here, it’ll be over before I even get the chance to help. I won’t stand a chance against him. Not without preparation."

"I know," Nyx replied, sighing. "But the Lycan King isn’t the one I’m worried about. As long as we stay put and keep the magic dormant, he won’t find us." She paused before adding with a smirk, "What I am worried about is your obsessive husband. It won’t take long before he finds us."

Ravenna exhaled deeply, nodding in agreement. "You’re right," she said.

Alaric was her mate. If anyone could track her through a thousand scents and distractions, it was him. They had tried to mask her trail by layering her scent with others but Alaric wasn’t easily fooled. He would chase her scent across oceans if he had to. He would tear the world apart to find her.

And when he he finally caught up to her, who knew what would happen? They had to act soon, before that moment came.