The following days were tense, each one feeling like a countdown to an inevitable confrontation. Amara could feel the unease seeping into the pack, infecting even the most steadfast wolves. The whisper of rebellion in the Blood Moon ranks grew louder, and while Amara and Darius did everything in their power to prepare, it was clear that something had shifted.
Lyall had not yet made his move, but the silence from his camp was unnerving. It wasn’t like him to sit back and wait. Amara knew that he was planning something—and whatever it was, it would be soon.
The increased patrols had brought a sense of security to the Nightshade Pack, but it was fragile. Amara could see it in the eyes of the warriors who greeted her as she walked through the village. They were all on edge, waiting for the m
