Amara’s POV.
The air was filled with tension and the growls of the wolves as they circled each other. Their dark red eyes stared fiercely. The sound of their howls rattled the bones of those around them.
I took a sneaky look around. I felt sharp eyes from behind the trees. Maximum of fifty rouges were all over the place. Half of them were in front of us. When I looked at Ryder, his aura grew stronger. I could sense authority and power in his blood, as if anyone who dared to mess with him would fear for their lives.
The war began in the blink of an eye and without warning. The camp of the rogues charged straight at us.
Ryder clutched his opponent’s neck and threw it away. If only we weren’t in combat, I’d applaud it. He was far too powerful and swift. I also noticed that his fangs and b
