The camp was quiet as the pack rested, their strength slowly returning after the chaos of Volkov's appearance and departure. Cinder walked through the rows of tents, her heart heavy with thoughts of what lay ahead. The shadow wolves were still a threat, and now, with the revelation of her true powers, she felt a weight she couldn't quite explain.
Zara sat near the edge of the camp, her hands weaving herbs into a strange, glowing braid. Her expression was unusually grim, and Cinder hesitated before approaching.
"Zara," she said softly, "I need to talk to you."
The healer looked up, her eyes dark and searching. "You always do. But this time, it seems different."
Cinder sat down beside her, lowering her voice. "I've been having dreams. They're strange... like pieces of a story I don't understand."
Zara's hands paused, the glowing braid dimming as her attention shifted fully to Cinder. "What kind of story?"
