The Nightshade wolves remained on high alert, their hackles raised, their eyes scanning the forest for any sign of further attack. But as the moments passed and the danger faded, they slowly began to relax, their tense postures easing.
Darius shifted back into his human form, his breath heavy and labored, his body battered and bruised. He dropped to his knees beside Amara, his hands gently cradling her face, his eyes filled with worry. “Amara, are you alright?”
She nodded weakly, her vision blurring with tears. “I… I think so. My leg…”
Darius’s gaze dropped to her leg, his expression darkening as he saw the blood. “We need to get you back to the packhouse,” he said urgently. “You need medical attention.”
Amara nodded, her body trembling with shock and pain. She could feel the adrenalin
