Amara’s POV.
[Flashback]
“Amara!”
“Daddy!” I yelled at the sight of my father struggling to battle over thirty wolves. He was panting in fatigue, covered in blood from his fresh wounds.
Sooner or later, my mother and my younger sister entered the scene. They just arrived after taking down a group of rogues from the neighboring pack.
“Amelia!” I called out.
She delved in my direction and signaled me a meaningful nod. My gaze landed on the boy who was stained with blood.
“Take him to the pack house, Amara.”
I shook my head firmly in disapproval as I turned to face them. “No! I will fight with you!” I objected. “I can’t just leave you there knowing that it’s dangerous!”
We were a family, and we should stick together, especially during difficult instances.
“This is an order, Amara!”
