CHAPTER 50 Finding Her Power

  [Moyra’s POV]

  I don’t have time to react before the camp around me bursts into chaos. All around me, I can hear men spouting orders and feel their energy radiating as they move.

  "Moyra!"

  In the midst of the fray, Armon’s voice reaches my ears as his arms wrap around me.

  "What are you doing just standing there?"

  "There’s nowhere to hide," I murmur, trying to think of a better solution than taking cover. "If you allow yourselves to get caught in the tents, you could be crushed by the weight of the snow. There has to be another way."

  "As of now, that’s all we have," Armon counters, giving me a tug. "Now come on, don’t just stand there."

  "No!"

  Standing my ground, I began to search deep within for the magic I was working on regaining. Even if it were weak, it could still be useful in a situation like this.

  "What are you doing?" Armon demands, beginning to lift me. "We can’t…"

  "I can!" I snap, unwillingly to back down. "Just please believe in me!"