Amara’s POV
The rogue attack had been a turning point. Not just for the blood spilled or the secrets revealed, but for the fire ignited within me. A fire that refused to be extinguished.
After Kane’s retreat, Elian and I returned to the forest cabin. The air was thick with the promise of change, and for the first time in a long while, I felt it too. My power, raw and untamed, was no longer just a spark. It was a storm waiting to be unleashed.
“Elian,” I said the next morning, my voice resolute. “I need to be stronger. I need to control this.”
He studied me, his blue eyes searching mine for hesitation. When he found none, he nodded. “Then let’s begin.”
Our training pushed me to my limits and beyond. Elian didn’t hold back, testing my endurance, my focus, my will. Each lesson was
