Cinder’s Vision

The forest was calm again after the battle. The sun rose slowly, painting the trees with soft golden light. The pack was tired but alive. They had won another fight, but the cost weighed heavily on everyone. Cinder sat by the glowing embers of the fire, her fingers brushing the smooth surface of the Moonstone. It felt warm, almost like it had a heartbeat of its own.

As the others tended to their wounds and rested, Cinder closed her eyes. Exhaustion wrapped around her like a blanket, and soon, she drifted into a restless sleep.

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In her dream, the world looked different. She was standing on a grassy hill, the sky above her painted with streaks of silver and blue. Wolves of every shape and size roamed freely below, their howls filling the air with a joyful harmony.

Cinder smiled. It was a vision of peace, the kind of world she had always hoped for. Packs that once fought now stood side by side. There were no battles, no fear—only unity and strength.