The night was quiet, with only the soft chirping of crickets and the occasional rustling of leaves. Cinder sat outside the packhouse, staring at the moon. Its silver light bathed the land, giving it an almost magical glow. But tonight, the moon's beauty didn't soothe her. Her mind was spinning with questions, and her heart felt heavy.
The dual mate bond with Jason and Elias, the prophecy, and the weight of her destiny all swirled in her thoughts. It was as though the world was asking her to solve puzzles she wasn't ready for.
As the wind picked up, a strange chill ran down her spine. The air shifted, growing colder. Cinder looked around, her sharp senses on high alert. That's when she noticed a faint glow near the edge of the forest.
"What is that?" she whispered to herself, standing up.