The sun had barely risen, casting a faint golden hue over the towering stone pillars surrounding the council grounds. It felt far too quiet, the air too still, as though the earth itself was holding its breath. The entire Nightshade Pack, including Amara, knew that today’s fight would change everything.
Amara walked beside Darius as they made their way to the center of the clearing, her heart pounding against her chest with every step. The tension between them was palpable, but it wasn’t because they didn’t trust each other—it was the weight of what was about to happen. They both knew this wasn’t just another fight. This was Killian’s last chance, and he would give everything he had to take Amara away.
The council members were already seated on the raised stone platform at the far end of
