Amara’s POV
Sitting close to the fire, I tried to slow my heartbeat. Kian had gone to discuss new patrols with the guards. The Obsidian Pack had given me a small hut for shelter, and I was alone myself, listening to the howl of the wind outside.
I looked at the table's silver mirror. It wasn't mine; another pack member had abandoned it after running away from Lilith's threats. I ought to have turned it toward the wall and covered it.
Rather, I was attracted to it.
A dull aching rushed through my mark. In an attempt to lessen the sting, I stroked it absently.
I told myself to stop staring at it.
However, it was too late. The reflection grew gloomy. Like oil in water, shadows slithered across the surface.
A voice crooned, "Amara."
I went cold.
Lilith's visage emerged, her eyes as bl
