The journey back to the Nightshade Pack was long and quiet. Darius carried Amara in his arms, his heart heavy with a mixture of relief and worry. She was safe now, away from Killian and the horrors of the Blood Moon Pack. Yet, as they crossed the familiar forest paths and fields leading home, Darius could sense a change in her—a distance that wasn’t there before.
Once they reached the Nightshade Pack territory, the pack members rushed out to greet them. The warriors, still on high alert, relaxed slightly upon seeing their Alpha return with Amara in his arms. There was a mixture of joy and concern in their eyes as they saw her, bruised and battered but alive. The pack had fought for her, and seeing her back brought them a sense of victory. But Amara seemed different now, quieter and more w
