Amara sat there in the silence, her mind a whirl of emotions. She could hear the low rumble of voices downstairs growing louder, the urgency of the situation pressing in on her from all sides. She knew what this meant—Killian wasn’t going to back down. This was only the beginning.
She took a deep breath, her heart heavy. She couldn’t just sit here while the pack prepared for a fight that she had brought to their doorstep. She had to do something, to find a way to help, even if it meant confronting the very fear that had kept her running for so long.
As she lay back down, her body exhausted but her mind racing, she knew that there were decisions she would need to make. Choices that could change everything. She just hoped she had the strength to see them through.
The sun had dipped low on
