His suggestion seemed logical, so I nodded in agreement.
âAlright.
â
I reached out to open the box, but to my surprise, it was enchanted with magic.
Despite my efforts, I couldnât pry it open.
What was happening?
My heart sank.
Sensing my distress, Caleb asked with concern, âWhatâs wrong?â
Feeling embarrassed, I shrugged helplessly and admitted, âI canât open it.
â
Caleb didnât say a word; he set Dylan down and took the box, attempting to open it himself.
Yet, despite Calebâs vigorous efforts, veins bulging on his arm, he still couldnât budge the box open.
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Caleb furrowed his brow, inspecting it closely.
âIs there some sorcery at play here? Why wonât it open?â
I hesitated before responding, âMaybe.
â
In truth, I suspected it was something my mother left behind.
But I couldnât quite piece it together.
If that were true, it explained why Caleb struggled, but why couldnât I open it either?
Confusion clouded my thoughts.
Was something crucial locked inside?
Did I need witch power to crack it open?
With resolve, I urged, âQuick, let me try witch power.
Maybe thatâll break this strange hold!â
Caleb pondered briefly before agreeing.
âAlright, but be cautious.
If you notice anything strange, tell me immediately.
â
He returned the box to my grasp.
I nodded, assuring him, âI will.
â
Focusing intently, I directed the full force of my witch power onto the box.
Initially, I feared I might damage it, but it remained unyielding, refusing to budge.
I was stunned, my grip tightening with shock.
Despite my relentless efforts, my power remained potent enough to crumble the very walls around us, yet the box remained unyielding, harder than stone.
Exhaustion washed over me, leaving me gasping for air as I struggled to regain my strength.
The witch who sealed the box possessed far greater power than I did.
This realization only deepened my confusion.
âLogically, this must be a gift from my mother.
Otherwise, why seal it with magic that werewolves struggle to break? But why, even with my witch power, canât I open it?â