Three weeks had passed since the fight with the Guardians' hunters. The pack was slowly healing, but Elara was struggling with something new—learning to control her Bridge Walker skills without destroying everything around her.
"Focus on the flower," Darian directed, pointing to a small daisy in their training ground. "Just make it glow, don't vaporize it." Elara took a deep breath and reached out with her silver energy.
The daisy began to shimmer, then suddenly burst into sparkling dust. "Oops," she said sheepishly. "That's the fifteenth flower this morning," Kael sighed, brushing petals from his hair.
"I'm trying!" Elara complained. "This power is like trying to control a hurricane with a paper fan." Ronan patted her shoulder encouragingly.
"You're getting better. Yesterday you destroyed the whole garden. Today it's just individual flowers." "Very comforting," Elara muttered.
