Amara’s POV.
We were going to conduct the camping trip we planned today, and I was glad because the pack members, especially the young werewolves, were in favor of my proposal. Everything was falling into place and I liked how things were going so far. I wanted them to prepare themselves because I knew we couldn’t predict or control the future. No one can, to be exact. That’s why it was better to be ready than to be sorry.
“As of now, Luna, we have 80 participants between the ages of seven to twelve, and they’re all pretty much excited,” Ralph informed me.
I breathed a sigh as I stood there, watching the kids’ parents from a distance. They were bidding goodbye and showering their children with hugs and kisses. We decided to set up a camp close to Nidavellir. It was a magical place, more
