The days were peaceful in Cinder's camp, yet something felt different. There was a stirring in the air, like a secret whispered through the trees. Wolves from nearby packs had begun to hear stories about Cinder. They heard of her bravery, her kindness, and her mysterious, powerful strength. Some wolves spoke of her with awe, calling her a true leader, while others feared her power and didn't understand it.
One afternoon, while Cinder and Zara were sitting by the fire, a young wolf named Leo came running over. His eyes were wide, and he seemed out of breath.
"Cinder! There's talk in the woods," he said, panting. "Other packs have heard of you! They know about your strength... and how you control the moon madness."
Cinder looked at Zara with concern. "Is it true, Zara? Are other packs really talking about us?"
