The forest had grown quieter in the hours after the rogue attack, but the tension inside Elara had not eased. She sat cross-legged on the damp earth, the chill of the night sinking through her thin dress, but she hardly noticed. Her hands were resting on her knees, her breathing deep, trying to steady the storm inside her chest.Lucien stood nearby, his arms crossed, eyes scanning the trees as if the shadows themselves might leap to life. The firelight from the cabin behind them cast long, wavering silhouettes across the clearing, but the forest beyond was black, thick, and endless.“Focus,” he said, his voice quiet, almost a whisper but the command cut through the chaos in her mind.Elara’s pulse was still wild, the red glow of her vision from the earlier battle lingering faintly in her mind’s eye. She swallowed, forcing herself to look inward. The surge the power was still there, humming beneath her skin. Waiting. Patient. Hungry.“Every movement you make, every breath you take, it’
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