W.I.L.D.
This is only the beginning, little one.
Cheyenne reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Remember this feeling. This control, this confidence. You carry W.I.L.D. now—not just the letters, but the power behind them.”
Serenya nodded, feeling the weight and the freedom of that truth settle inside her. “I… I can do this.”
“And you will,” Gunner said, voice calm but certain. “Now… maybe teach me some of those tree-hopping moves, because that was insane.”
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