= Amara =
Tension had gripped the room like a living thing, suffocating and heavy.
The man…who appeared out of nowhere…looked dangerous. And not just because of his size or presence. He radiated unpredictability, a chaotic energy that made the hairs on my arms rise.
The pack’s chatter died in an instant, eyes snapping toward him. Whispers ran through the crowd like wildfire. Something was wrong, something forbidden.
And then his gaze found me.
It was mocking, searing, and somehow full of hatred I couldn’t understand. My pulse jumped; every instinct screamed at me to step back, but I rooted myself to the spot, my fists tightening at my sides.
“Look at this,” he slurred, swaying slightly. He seemed…drunk.
“An enemy and an outsider is allowed in the gathering but not me!” He staggered
