The group moved swiftly through the narrow canyon, their breaths misting in the cold morning air. The weight of the Shadow's recent warning lingered heavily over them, unspoken but ever-present. Rocks crumbled beneath their boots, the sound echoing faintly off the jagged walls.
Caleb led the way, his rifle at the ready, scanning for signs of pursuit. Behind him, Mia walked in silence, her head lowered as though lost in thought. Zoe stayed close, her knife strapped tightly to her thigh, her eyes darting to her sister every few steps.
"You haven't said a word since we left," Zoe murmured to Mia, her voice low but firm. "What's going on in your head?"
Mia glanced at her, her eyes shadowed with a mixture of fear and determination. "I don't know how to explain it," she said quietly. "It's like... something is waking up inside me. I can feel it, Zoe. It's powerful, but it's... dangerous."
"Dangerous for who?" Zoe pressed.
"For all of us," Mia admitted.
