Amos' pov
A snort escaped my lips, the sound of amusement if I must say. It wasn't intentional, I promise. "What situation?" I asked, folding my hands across my chest as I observed the scene before me. The sight of Ana's pack, composed of frail-looking wolves, guards, and maids scattered around the front gates, struck me as both curious and concerning.
I clicked the roof of my tongue.
They stood there as if they were waiting for something, their expressions tight and worried.
They would never win a war like this.
Should I even be worried about the younger wolves like herself? I was glad they were here because their innocent faces obviously spoke of their confusion. It was clear that Ana had them questioning their lives and why they were here in the first place. As I observed them,
