Amara’s POV
The wind was the first warning. I wrapped my arms around myself and stood in the chilly night air outside the great hall of the Obsidian Pack. However, there was a bad odour. The breeze carried the smell of ash and blood. My wrist was scorched with my mark, alerting me. I turned and hurried inside.
The council had already met and was debating. Kian's voice was tight with rage as he stood at the table with his palms flat on the carved wood. “She is accumulating rogues. Maybe fifty, at least. “A complete battle camp was reported to be growing close to the boundary woodland by scouts. They're not merely rogues, either. They are accompanied by witches, cursed ones who are subject to her will.”
Beta Ren let out a low-pitched growl. "Dark magic." She is no longer even attempting t
