Darius’s eyes softened, and he reached out to take her hand in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a gentle, reassuring gesture. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I think it has something to do with why it took you so long to shift. Your wolf is unique, Amara. I think... I think she was waiting for the right time, for you to be ready to handle her power.”
Amara’s breath caught in her throat. The idea that her wolf had been waiting, that she had been holding back her strength until Amara was ready to embrace it, sent a shiver down her spine. It made sense, in a strange way. She had spent so long as an omega, without a wolf, without any sense of power. But now that she had shifted, it was as if her wolf had been waiting for her to fully step into her strength, to take on the challe
