After Maya left, Amara sat in silence for a long moment, her thoughts swirling. She knew Maya was right—she needed to talk to Darius, to tell him how much she was struggling. But a part of her was afraid. Afraid of admitting how much guilt she carried, afraid that he would see her differently.
But she couldn’t keep this inside any longer.
Amara found Darius in the war room, standing over a large map of their territory, his brow furrowed in concentration. The room was filled with warriors and pack leaders, all discussing strategy and defense, but Darius’s focus was sharp, his mind clearly working through every possible outcome.
She stood in the doorway for a moment, watching him, her heart aching with love and worry. He was doing so much for the pack, for her, and yet she had withdrawn f
