Amara’s POV
Once more, the night was still, but my heart wasn't.
Gazing up at the half-moon, I stood on the edge of the training grounds of the Obsidian Pack. Everything was touched by silver light, quiet, gentle, and serene. However, I felt as though a storm was brewing inside of me.
Not too close, but Rowan was standing next to me. His face was strained, and his arms were crossed. The weight in his eyes persisted even after the blood and grime had disappeared.
"You've been silent," he finally said.
Without glancing at him, I answered, "I'm thinking."
"About me?" he said softly.
Slowly, I turned. "Almost everything."
He gave a nod. "I have answers for you."
I said nothing, allowing him to talk. His jaw was clenched as if he were holding back something terrible and harsh as he loo
