Amara closed her eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, but they kept creeping back in. The memory of Killian’s voice, the look in his eyes when he had told her that they were still bonded—it was like a shadow lurking just behind her, always waiting to pull her back into the darkness.
Amara sighed softly, slipping out of the bed as quietly as she could so as not to disturb Darius. She needed a moment to clear her head, to think. The air inside the room felt stifling, and she knew she couldn’t sit there any longer, drowning in her thoughts.
She dressed quickly, pulling on a simple tunic and leggings, and slipped out of their quarters into the quiet hallways of the packhouse. The morning was still early, and most of the pack was likely still asleep or just beginning to stir. The silence w
