Chapter 11 The Visions

Chapter 11 The morning sun struggled to pierce through the mist lingering around the rogue camp. Lena stood at the edge of the training grounds, her hands clenched at her sides, eyes locked on the horizon. The silver light from the night before still tingled beneath her skin, like static waiting to snap. She hadn’t told Kieran about the vision. Not yet. It didn’t feel like something she could share—not until she understood it.