Amara’s POV
The chilling echo of Klaus’s wolf form howl reverberated through the night, a clear signal for our team to move into action. Every hair on my body stood on end, not from fear, but from the sheer gravity of the moment. I adjusted the heavy black tactical backpack slung over my shoulders, filled with grenades and semi-automatic weapons. In my hand, I carried a separate bag containing sets of encrypted communicators—a precious resource that Willow Pack lacked but desperately needed.
I was just about to break into a jog when I felt two strong hands land gently on my shoulders. Troy. His familiar scent calmed me for a moment before I looked up to see his dark eyes searching mine.
"I want you to avoid the battle," he said firmly, the muscles in his jaw tightening.
I smirked. "I'm
