Amara gasped as a sharp, cold wind whipped across her face, yanking her from the void that had consumed her. Her body was weightless, floating in a realm that seemed suspended between light and dark. Tendrils of shadow swirled around her, battling against glowing shards of light that pierced the gloom, creating a chaotic, otherworldly storm.
Her mother’s voice echoed faintly in her mind: “Remember who you are.”
“Who am I?” Amara whispered, her voice trembling with confusion and fear. But as the question left her lips, something deep within her stirred, a warmth blossoming in her chest. Memories surged forward—of her mother’s soft laughter, of Damon’s piercing gaze, of the bond she had felt so deeply when she first discovered her powers.
The warmth grew stronger, and with it came a clari
