Morning light crept slowly over the mountains surrounding Blackwood Valley.
Lena had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes she saw silver energy bursting from her hands and heard Eira's voice whispering the word Moonborn.
She stepped outside the small lodge the pack had given her. Cool mist drifted across the valley while wolves moved quietly between buildings.
Kael waited near the training grounds.
"Good morning," he said. "Ready to begin?"
"Begin what?" Lena asked.
"Training," he replied. "If you truly carry both witch and wolf blood, your power will only grow."
Lena hesitated. "And if it grows out of control?"
Kael gestured toward the open field. "That is exactly why we train."
They stepped onto the grass.
"Close your eyes," Kael instructed. "Focus on the feeling you had in the forest."
Lena inhaled slowly. The wind stirred around her feet.
A faint silver glow flickered across her fingers.
Kael watched carefully. "Good," he murmured. "Don't fight it."
The glow brightened suddenly. Leaves lifted from the ground and spun through the air.
Lena's eyes snapped open. "Kael—"
A dark arrow slammed into the wooden post beside them.
Kael turned sharply.
Wolves began shouting across the valley.
From the forest edge hooded figures emerged silently.
"The witches," Kael growled.
"They found you. And this time they came for the Moonborn."