Amara’s POV.
It had already been a week since the battle between our clan and the few remaining Red Lycanthropes. I found a spot under a tree and leaned my back against the rough bark, reveling in the calmness of the moment. With my eyes shut, I inhaled the air deeply.
As I opened my eyes, I noticed Damien walking towards me, with Beta Lucian and Gamma Ralph. He settled down next to me, his penetrating gaze focused on me.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” I asked.
He didn’t respond to my question and kept staring at me. I noticed Ralph rolling his eyes and whispering to Lucian. I knew they were talking about the Alpha King.
“Why? What is it?” I asked once again, a little annoyed.
Damien turned his head to look out at the field. “I’m just enjoying the view,” he said, a smile play
