For a moment, none of them moved.The golden light remained faintly visible in Reverie’s palm, pulsing softly like a second heartbeat against the chilly morning air.Reverie stared at it, her breath hitching in her throat.Then, acting purely on instinct, she raised her hand toward the lake. The moment her palm faced the water, the glassy surface of Lake Arden began to churn.Not because of the wind—there was none.The water slowly gathered toward the shore, forming gentle, rhythmic ripples that spread outward from a single, invisible point directly in front of them.Ash immediately rose to his feet, his muscles tensing under his thick fur.“Reverie,” the wolf warned, his voice low.Startled, the girl lowered her hand. Instantly, the ripples died down, and the water flattened once more.Easton shifted his weight, looking from the still lake back to Reverie with narrowed, analytical eyes. “Try again,” he urged.“What?” she asked, her voice tight with confusion.“Raise your hand,” Easto
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