The energy from the hooded figure slammed into Kayden, forcing him back a step. Amara’s heart lurched — he was strong, but even she could see he was straining.
Something inside her snapped.
A deep, primal force surged through her veins, burning hot and wild. Her vision sharpened, every movement slowing as if the world had shifted into another rhythm. She could hear the intruder’s heartbeat… fast, steady, confident.
Kayden’s voice broke through the haze. “Amara, stay back—”
But she didn’t.
She stepped forward, hands trembling — not from fear, but from the power swelling in her. The air around her shimmered faintly, silver light weaving through her hair like liquid moonlight. The ground beneath her feet cracked.
The hooded figure froze, sensing the change. “Impossible…”
A low growl built in Amara’s chest, and with a single step, the force burst outward — a shockwave of silver energy that tore through the clearing, flinging leaves and branches into the air. The stranger stumbled back, their cloak whipping wildly.
Kayden stared at her, a mix of awe and fear in his eyes.
Amara didn’t remember moving, but suddenly she was right in front of the intruder, her hand gripping their wrist like steel. “If you touch him again,” she said, her voice low and steady, “you’ll regret it.”
For the first time, the hooded figure hesitated… and then they laughed — slow, unsettling. “The moon has chosen.”
And just like that, they vanished into the shadows.
Amara’s knees gave out, the silver light fading. Kayden caught her before she hit the ground, his voice a desperate whisper. “What are you?”
She looked up at him, breathless. “I wish I knew.”