#Chapter 49 Latent Power

“Elena.” King Harvey helps me sit up and rests my head on his shoulder. “I am sorry to frighten you.” “You are formidable.” I say feeling weak. I can’t imagine the extent of his power, or mine, for that fact. - “Elena, you have been quiet.” King Harvey tosses over his shoulder as he stirs the pot in our kitchen. He is making us a healing soup because we both need rest. “Your power made it impossible to breathe, King Harvey. I felt the skin would fly off my bones. How do you contain it?” “I would die if I constantly was in my werewolf form, exhaustion, Elena.” “Really?” “Yes, Elena.” King Harvey replies patiently. “I am a living creature, despite my powers.” The icicles hanging off his words stun me. Did I misstep? “I never thought of exhaustion killing a werewolf, King Harvey. Are you mad at me?” King Harvey turns to face me slightly. “Not you, Elena. I am scared my power could have killed you. I am rather upset with myself.” “You meant no harm.” I offer comfor