CHAPTER 32 Fight

  Ally's POV

  The damp stone walls of the dungeon press cold and merciless against my skin, a stark reminder of Nathan's twisted affection. My wrists ache from the unforgiving grip of the shackles, each labored breath a struggle against the heavy air laden with despair. I can taste the metallic tang of fear in my mouth.

  "Stay with me," I whisper to myself, a feeble attempt to anchor my fading consciousness. The power that surged within me once before, elusive and wild, now stirs again like a tempest lurking in the shadows of my soul. It's a strange comfort, this burgeoning force, as if Dawn herself is prowling beneath my skin, ready to leap forth.

  Panic creeps along the edges of my mind, the darkness closing in, but I refuse to succumb. I focus on the thrumming energy, willing it to grow, to fill every crevice of my being with its radiant light.