Her Hidden Power
Something deep within stirred, a memory not her own, an echo of something ancient awakening.
Drawn forward by instinct she didn’t fully understand, Aria wandered deeper into the trees. Moonlight broke through the branches, illuminating a small clearing she had never noticed before. At its center lay a circle of moss-covered stones, arranged with precise, deliberate care. Kneeling beside them, she brushed her fingers over the wet surface. Energy surged through her in a blinding instant, and images flashed behind her eyes: wolves racing through silver light, the forest ablaze, a shadowy figure with eyes identical to Damon’s. She stumbled back, gasping, chest heaving.
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