The Nightshade Packhouse was on high alert by the time Amara, Darius, and Maya returned. The tension was palpable as pack members moved swiftly to fortify their defenses, their faces set in grim determination. The news of Killian’s planned attack had spread quickly, and now, the pack was bracing itself for the coming storm.
Darius led the way back into the main hall, his jaw clenched, his eyes still blazing with the intensity of their recent encounter. Amara followed closely behind, her body aching and her leg throbbing, but she pushed the pain aside. She couldn’t afford to focus on it now. She could still hear Killian’s voice in her head, his mocking tone, the dangerous glint in his eyes. His words had sent a chill down her spine—“I want her alive.” There was something deeper behind his
