Amara’s throat tightened at Darius’s words, emotion welling up inside her. She looked down at their intertwined hands, her heart swelling with both love and fear. “What if I’m not enough?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Darius’s gaze softened, and he lifted her chin gently, forcing her to meet his eyes. “You are enough,” he said quietly, his voice filled with conviction. “You’ve always been enough, Amara. You’ve faced more than most wolves ever will, and you’ve come out stronger because of it. Don’t doubt yourself. Don’t doubt what we have.”
Amara stared into his eyes, the intensity of his words filling her with a warmth she hadn’t realized she needed. She wanted to believe him, wanted to believe that she could be the Luna the pack needed, the Luna Darius deserved. But the fear
