e practicing. The aroma of pine and earth permeated the air; yet, the stillness was dense with murmured censure. Zane led her around the camp, gently touching her arm to ground her in the chaos o

and her heart racing. Though only a flicker, the spark of power within her was starting to awaken, poised to be set free. She had to control it. She had to prove she was not weak. Stepping back and concentrating on Zane, Griffin squared off with her. Griffin answered plainly, "If she can't control her power, she'll wipe us all all." Her direction of us does not persuade me. Deanna could feel her rising irritation. She was tired of being asked. Worn out from the feeling she was lacking. Advancing, she shot back, "I can control it." See me. Out of nowhere, she lifted her hand to summon the wolffire. Crackling in her hand, it danced like fire. The power made her heart race and she could feel the fire becoming stronger, about to burst from her. She, on the other hand, pulled it off. She would indicate wrong. Zane watched her with an unreadable expression. Though his gaze was intense, there was something more: a flicker of hope or maybe gratitude. Griffin's comments cut through the tension, however, just before she could fully let go of the power. He commanded, "Control it." Or it controls your life. Deanna tried to manage the fire despite her trembling fingers. Glaring Griffin down, her head spinning and her breath short. She wasn't really ready to burn everything. Zane spoke up to shatter the stillness. Griffin, that's plenty. She is not against you. Deanna looked at Zane; his encouragement was a beacon in the darkness. She could, however, feel the other Reavers watching and waiting for her to fall. Her pulse quickened as she realised the challenge was not only from Griffin but also from her. She had to win. Deanna awoke in jagged gasps of breath. Sweat clung to her skin as her heart raced in her chest. More real than any nightmare she had ever known, the dream had been vivid. She saw her progenitors, their eyes sharp and observant despite time's distortion of their traits. She saw the Moon Queen, her face an unlikely mix of compassion and fury, standing tall and mighty. Emerging from the shadows, a dark force coiled around the Moon Queen like a snake ready to strike. Deanna's own powers were running amok, burning through her veins; she could feel the force in the dream. She had felt the future in her bones. Breathless, she sat up in the bedroll, hands trembling as she wiped the cold perspiration from her forehead. The heat inside her seemed to pulse in time with her panicked heartbeat. She could still feel the fire, still hear the words of her forefathers. Whispering under her breath as if to the dream itself, she remarked, "Not yet." This is too early for me. Low and anxious, Zane's voice shattered her daydream. You all right? She searched for him at the entrance of the small tent, his form underlined by the gentle moonlight. In the chaos of her emotions, his presence was a steadying force; he appeared to have just come out of the shadows. "I, " she replied, struggling to explain the storm inside her. I had a dream. Yet that was not just a fantasy. It appeared to be real. The power is growing. Zane came closer, eyes locked on her. Tell me what you observed. Shaking her head, she remarked, "I saw the Moon Queen." A dark force, something developing. It wanted to take away her p