= Amara =
“So, what do you think about the pack?”
His question was the first thing to cut through the silence between us. The night wind moved gently around us, carrying the distant scent of pine and mud, but neither of us spoke again right away.
I glanced at him.
He wasn’t looking at me.
“Do you think you can make the entire pack accept you?”
His attention lingered on the sky above, eyes tracing constellations only he seemed to recognize, as though the answers he wanted were written somewhere among the stars. After a moment, I followed his gaze—but instead of standing, I carefully lowered myself onto the cool grass, stretching out on my back. I winced at the pain in my body, but it was bearable. When the pain subsided, my hands rested over my stomach, my legs straight, my body sur
