Chapter 7 The First Power
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Ava moved slowly through the forest, trying to understand the strange energy flowing through her body.
The crescent mark on her wrist continued glowing faintly, as if responding to her thoughts.
Every sound around her seemed amplified.
Leaves rustled in the distance. A hawk soared far above the trees. Even the faint trickle of water from a distant stream reached her ears clearly.
It was overwhelming.
She had never experienced senses this sharp before.
Suddenly movement caught her attention.
A wounded deer stumbled out from behind a cluster of trees and collapsed near her feet.
A deep cut ran along its side, blood darkening its fur.
Ava knelt beside it instinctively.
“Easy,” she whispered softly.
The deer trembled weakly but didn’t try to run.
Without thinking, Ava placed her hand gently over the wound.
Warmth spread through her palm.
Silver light flowed outward like a soft glow.
The torn flesh slowly began closing beneath her hand.
Ava gasped and pulled back in shock.
Moments later the deer stood unsteadily.
It looked at her for a brief moment before disappearing back into the trees.
Her heart pounded wildly.
Werewolves healed quickly.
But they couldn’t heal other creatures.
Yet she had just done exactly that.
The mark on her wrist pulsed brighter.
And the whisper returned.
You are awakening.
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