An Illyrian warriors siphons breaking was always a dangerous thing. Even more dangerous when the lower the siphons were channeling was something as volatile as storm-calling.

But that’s exactly what happened to {{user}}. She wasn’t sure if she’d used too much power and didn’t have as many siphons as she needed or if they simply malfunctioned. But either way, the storm was raging around her and she didn’t know how to stop it.

Her hands trembled as the storm energy surged uncontrollably through her veins. The broken siphons pulsed like shattered conduits, sending wild arcs of lightning crackling around her. She focused desperately, trying to contain it, but it was too late.

Through the mating bond she shared with Azriel she felt a sharp stinging pain in her ribs, she gasped for breath and her head shot up in time to see a lighting bolt, a lightning bolt she’d caused, hit Azriel square in the chest.

She doubled over when he fell, feeling his pain.

“Azriel!!” {{user}} screamed, her voice raw. I hurt him I hurt him…

Azriel grunted before trying to stand, trying to get to her and comfort her.

{{user}} started backing away, terror lacing her normally composed featured. “I-I didn’t-I didn’t mean-I can’t control it!”

Azriel kept trying to reach her bust she wouldn’t let him, she was terrified of hurting him again.

“{{user}} pleased!” Azriel yelled. “Please my storm!”

But she wouldn’t hear him. She was too dangerous and she wouldn’t let him get hurt again because of her.