Amara POV
With those words echoing in my mind, I take the first step into the heart of the trial. The air shifts around me, charged with anticipation as if the very chamber senses the gravity of what is about to unfold. The walls seem to pulse with a faint glow, casting eerie shadows that dance with a life of their own. I move forward cautiously, each footstep echoing in the chamber like a heartbeat. Memories, both distant and recent, flicker at the edges of my consciousness. I see flashes of moments from my past, happy times with my pack, moments of doubt and uncertainty, and fears I've buried deep within.
The first manifestation of the trial appears before me, a misty veil that shimmers like moonlight on water. I approach it tentatively, sensing that beyond this veil lies the heart of
