Madison's words echoed in her mind as she led the battered group of rebels through the dense forest. The journey back to the White Wolf village was arduous, filled with tense silences and wary glances over shoulders. Every snapping twig or rustling leaf had them on edge, fearing another ambush from Karnath-Gor's forces.
As they trudged on, Madison couldn't shake the memory of the strange power that had surged through her during the battle. It both thrilled and terrified her. What was she becoming? And more importantly, could she control it?
"You okay?" Astrid's voice cut through her thoughts. The warrior woman fell into step beside Madison, her keen eyes scanning their surroundings.
Madison nodded, not trusting her voice. Astrid didn't push, but her presence was comforting. They'd been through hell together, and Madison was grateful for her unwavering support.