The Nightshade pack gathered in tense anticipation as they made their way toward the eastern border, the air thick with the scent of approaching battle. The evening sky was beginning to darken, casting long shadows through the trees. Amara walked silently beside Darius, her heartbeat steady but quickening as they neared the looming threat.
Killian’s loyalists were gathering, and this time, they weren’t just a distant threat—they were here. Amara could feel the change in the air, the electricity that crackled with the knowledge that blood would soon be spilled. But this time, she wasn’t afraid. Not of the battle, not of the wolves that waited for them.
Her fear was something deeper, something rooted in the shadow of her past—of Killian and the bond she had rejected. And even now, as she p
