Amari’s POV
The silver glow of the moon birds' eyes bore into me with an intensity that could have torn me from limb to limb. With only a chilling sense of rage and hatred etched in those luminous orbs. Yet, in my misguided perception, I thought their focus was on me. I was wrong. They dismissed my presence entirely, their intense gaze locked onto the box as if I were not standing between them.
My heart sank as their wings extended with a fury evident in every feather. Both creatures lifted their bodies, poised for attack, their vision unwaveringly fixed on the box. Hissing in unison, they directed their rage towards Leo, who was still running in the direction of the box.
A blend of citrus and tropical scents assaulted my senses—male and female, undoubtedly a mated pair. In the anima
