Amos' pov
"I know." She muttered under her breath. It didn't take me seconds to understand what she was trying to say. "With the black blood pack, I want them gone."
I stopped. "What?" I was almost tempted to ask her if she was out of her mind. That would be taking it too far.
She stopped to face me, and my heart squeezed at the emotions swirling in her eyes. She was desperate; I could feel it. "They are the beginning of my troubles and will be the end of my troubles. They chose to rise up when we didn't need them the most."
I sighed. "Are you sure you aren't reading this the wrong way?"
Her eyes flashed sharply at me. "What do you mean?" Her tone was icy. "Are you telling me that I don't know how to run my own pack?"
I almost snorted. Her foolishness was only going to land me her th
