Amara’s POV
It appears the trees would be torn from the ground by the howling wind. The clearing was distorted by smoke and shadow, and the smell of burning wood and blood filled my nostrils.
My packmates were battling for their lives as wolves howled in all directions.
My heart felt like it was going to burst as I stood in the middle of the Obsidian courtyard. My hands were shaking. On my wrist, my mark glowed like molten silver.
In my mind, Mira's voice cried out: "Child, you have to make a decision! Fight or die!”
I took a deep breath and tightened my hands.
“Hey Selene,” I said to myself. “You are necessary to me.”
I heard my inner beast howling. I'm present.
My flesh erupted with silver light. A wave of anguish and heat shifted through my body. Bones reformed and cracked. As m
