The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the rugged terrain as Isabel and Kainen continued their flight south. The remnants of their encounter with the Blood Claws weighed heavily on their journey. Isabel's body still hummed with the remnants of the battle, the power inside her refusing to quiet. The strength of the wolf, the ancient power of the Starblood, was no longer something she could ignore. She could feel it calling to her, urging her to embrace it fully.
Kainen led the way, his stern eyes constantly scanning their surroundings, ever vigilant. The soldier's mind never stopped working, even when the night was quiet. Isabel rode beside him, her own thoughts swirling.
"You were right," she said, breaking the silence as they rode. "The power... it's real. But it's so
