Aisla's POV
The courtyard smelled of sweat, iron, and unease.
I stood at its center, Mora's sharp eyes on me, the pack circling like wary wolves unsure if I was prey or predator. The younger warriors whispered my name like a prayer. The older ones watched in silence, jaws clenched, suspicion coiled tight in their gazes.
"Again," Mora barked.
I raised my hand, fingers trembling, and summoned the shield. Silver light shimmered into a dome around me.
My heart hammered in rhythm with the chant running in my head, every word Mora had drilled into me etched into bone.
Three warriors charged. Their claws scraped against the dome, sparks flying. The shield held for a breath. Then one wolf slammed harder, and cracks raced across the surface like lightning splitting stone.
I gasped, sweat dripping down my back.
"Don't let it break!" Mora snapped. "You are Moonblood! You hold or you fall!"