Amara’s POV.
I made it back into the pack house, my body sore and barely holding myself up. The intense battle took every strength and energy I had for the day, and it was a relief just to be back home. It felt like the first breath after drowning.
Without wasting any more time, I headed straight to the kitchen. My throat was parched from the fight, and I needed water to replenish my thirst and soothe the sting in my throat.
I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a jug of water. I raised it to my lips and poured a glass full of it. I leaned back and drank the water in one go, greedily gulping it down and savoring the cool sensation. My throat ached and it felt like the water gave me some much-needed relief. I drank until the glass was empty, feeling the refreshing liquid reinvigorate my
