The days after meeting Lysander were filled with hope and training. Every day, I practiced by the river, learning to understand the flow of my power. With Zara's guidance and Lysander's voice whispering in my mind, I felt like I was getting stronger, becoming the leader my pack needed.
But deep down, I could sense something else too — a shadow, a warning. It was like a soft whisper, reminding me that every power had a price. And one day, I would have to pay it.
One evening, as I returned to the camp, Zara sat waiting by the fire, her face looking more serious than ever. Her kind eyes held a worry that made my heart sink. I sat down beside her, feeling that something important was about to be shared.
"Cinder," Zara began softly, "there's something I need to tell you. It's about the power you carry and the price it demands."
My heart beat faster. I knew this moment would come, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to hear it.
