The next morning arrived with a chill that seeped into Amara’s bones. The tension that hung in the air the previous night had only thickened with the dawn. The Nightshade pack had always been united, strong, and loyal. But now, that unity was fractured. It felt as though the very foundation of their family had been shaken, and the betrayal lingered like a shadow, gnawing at their trust.
Amara lay awake in bed, her mind racing with the events from the previous day. Darius slept beside her, his breathing steady but shallow. She knew the weight of leadership rested heavily on his shoulders, especially now. She turned to him, watching the soft rise and fall of his chest, and her heart clenched. He had always been her strength, her anchor. But now, more than ever, she could feel the pressure b
