The fire crackled softly, its warm glow casting golden light across the familiar walls. Opal sat on the couch, her knees pulled to her chest, her violet eyes thoughtful and distant. The room felt safer now, warmer, but the shadows that had chased them for weeks still seemed to linger, hiding in the corners, waiting for the right moment to pounce.
Forrest leaned back in the armchair, his emerald eyes scanning his siblings. "So... we're just going to sit here?" His voice broke through the heavy silence. "We should be training. We don't even know the full extent of our powers yet."
Ash, who stood rigidly by the window, his silver eyes still blazing with anger and frustration, turned sharply. "For once, I agree with Forrest. We can't waste any more time. We need to figure out what we can do and how to control it. Elena and Azaela aren't going to wait around for us to get ready."
