Untamed
But tonight, everything felt more clearer, it was more intense, it was too real to simply be a fantasy of her imagination.
Lydia found herself standing on the surface of a rock, with a very darkened moon hanging above her. Under her was a very large, stretched out land that unfolded, filled with fire and destruction. It was once a lively stronghold, now it has been reduced to scattered bones and burnt up trees. The air was thick with the smell of blood, and the small remaining portion of immense power was remaining, refusing to fade.
From the distance, shadowy figures immersed in silver light clashed with warriors bearing the council's symbol, the same crest that identified Kyle’s pack.