Aria Vale
Three days after the council meeting, I'm back in training with Elder Moira. My wounds have healed faster than Healer Margret expected, another gift of the Silvercrest bloodline apparently. Enhanced healing that works on myself and, with practice, could work on others.
"Focus," Elder Moira instructs as I try to maintain a compulsion on three training dummies simultaneously. "You're spreading your attention too thin. The Silvercrest gift isn't about raw power, it's about precision and connection."
I release the breath I've been holding and let the compulsion drop. The dummies, which I'd been trying to make sway in unison, go still.
"I don't understand how this is supposed to work on actual wolves if I can't even manage inanimate objects."
"The dummies are harder because they
