"Focus on what you're trying to achieve, not what you're afraid will happen."
I watched sixteen-year-old Emma Morrison struggle to control the silver light flickering around her hands, her face scrunched in concentration. She was one of five young pack members who'd shown signs of enhanced abilities in the past month—abilities that traditional pack training had no framework for handling.
"I am focusing," Emma said through gritted teeth. "But it keeps... it's like trying to hold onto water."
"That's because you're trying to grip it instead of guide it." I moved closer to where she stood in the newly constructed training pavilion behind Silver Creek's main house. "Enhanced abilities aren't about force. They're about partnership."
"Partnership with what?"
