Amara 's POV
The moon hung high, its silver glow filtering through my bedroom window as I tossed and turned, restless. A deep growl rumbled within me, low and warning, and I felt my wolf stir for the first time in days.
“What is it now?” I asked inwardly, pressing the heels of my palms against my eyes. The bond had been pulling me relentlessly toward Ryder ever since the rejection had backfired, and my wolf’s emotions only made things worse.
“You’re fighting what’s meant to be,” she growled. Her voice was firm yet pleading, a mixture of strength and pain. “He’s ours, Amara. Stop running.”
“No!” I snapped. “He’s arrogant, controlling, and infuriating. I don’t want anything to do with him!”
“You’re lying to yourself,” she accused, pacing within my mind. I could feel her claws digg
