The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 836

“No, Jesse!” Midnight laughs, stumbling forward outside of her yurt and grabbing his shadow panther right out of the air, making it dissolve away to smoke and reeling it into herself. Jesse gasps as he loses control of it, letting it pass into Midnight’s capable hands. “Why do you keep making animal shapes? You don’t need to – that’s a crutch. It’s just a shadow – the edges are the only things that matter. The edges are the only things that exist.”

Jesse scowls and frowns at his little mate as she very capably releases shadows from her own skin, sending them out in all directions, formless and yet powerful. “Well why can’t I make animal shapes?” he asks, crossing his arms. “If it helps me? And I like it? And it’s cool?”

“Because then you’re limiting them, mentally,” Midnight says, tapping her temple as she sends the shadows streaking for him. Everywhere they touch Jesse the shadows buzz dangerously and he shudders, realizing that Midnight is of course obliging the shadows to go easy on him. Should she wish it, they could cut or burn or slice.

“Can you…help me understand that?” Jesse asks with a sigh, impressed with her power and control but still not getting it.

“If you limit them to animals,” Midnight says, pulling the shadows back and making a panther like Jesse usually favors – though, predictably, her panther is more detailed and refined than his ever are. “Then you’re limited to what you think animals can do. A panther can bite and scratch, so his dangerous parts are his teeth and his claws.” She shrugs. “If you just let the whole shadow be a weapon…then all of the shadow is a weapon.”

Jesse sighs, pulling the shadow back from her and letting it take a nebulous shape, shifting and ephemeral. “I still think the panthers are cooler.”

“Power is cooler,” Midnight says, a bit cold, and he turns his head to her. “Control is cooler. The better weapon is cooler.”

“Midnight,” Jesse says, quietly studying her. “Against whom have you ever had to use a weapon?”

She shrugs. “When I have to, I’ll be ready.”

Another chill passes through Jesse.

But suddenly, Midnight snaps her head to the side and then tilts her ear up, as if listening.

“What’s going on?” Jesse asks, stepping towards her. She holds a hand out towards him, begging him to stop, and he does.

When Midnight moves again, her eyes narrowing on Jesse. “I have to go somewhere. You stay here.”

“No way!”

“Jesse,” Midnight growls, stepping towards him, her eyes going dark. “I have a job to do.”