Killian’s lips curled into a vicious smile as he motioned to the pack warriors who had gathered around them. There were at least a dozen of them, their eyes glowing with anticipation, waiting for their Alpha’s command. They were loyal to Killian, wolves who had sworn their allegiance to him, and they were prepared to follow his orders—no matter how brutal.
“Take her down,” Killian commanded, his voice cold and final. “She’s not leaving here alive.”
Without hesitation, the warriors lunged toward her, their bodies shifting into their wolf forms mid-leap. Amara’s heart raced as the first of them reached her, a large black wolf with yellow eyes snarling as he snapped his jaws toward her throat. She dodged the attack just in time, but more wolves followed, their teeth bared, their claws slash
