Amara’s POV
The night was filled with screams. Fire illuminated the skies, and the ground trembled as claws struck stone. With my strength bursting from my palms in broad, blue waves, I dashed across the middle of the pack grounds.
"Remain behind me! I yelled while extending my arms.
Behind me, civilians congregated, including seniors, injured wolves, and moms clutching their pups. Despite flickering, my shield kept firm. Arrows reflected off the illuminated wall.
Kian was standing next to me in his wolf shape, growling and spitting rage from his teeth. In an attempt to break through, he lunged at a cursed wolf. The thing was bigger than usual, its eyes flashing sickly green. It had no sense of pain. There was no bleeding.
Still, Kian ripped through it.
"There will be more! One of ou
