Amara’s POV
The whole pack was in disarray. From one side of the stronghold to the other, wolves rushed while digging trenches, honing weapons, and piling wood. Obsidian Pack's normal serenity had broken like glass.
With my arms firmly encircling me, I stood at the edge of the training field. Under my skin, my spirit marks pulsed. They burned more the closer Lilith came.
"She is on her way," I said. “She is becoming more powerful. She feels like she's a part of my blood.”
Mira was standing next to me, staring at the horizon with narrowed eyes. "Child, that's because she is. Because of the mark and your Priestess ancestry, you are now bound to her. The closer she gets, the harder she will pull.”
I declared, "I won't let her win."
Shouting erupted again behind us.
"You're reserving!”
