Amelia POV

The Blackstone Pack felt different under my feet.

Maybe it was the pack or maybe it was just the feeling of going into war.

War was coming.

I walked slowly through the pack grounds, my hands clasped behind my back, letting the air fill my lungs.

Eyes followed me as I moved.

Some of the looks we're curious, some were cautious and others hateful.

They knew who I was. Or at least, they knew what I represented.

The girl Asher wanted dead. The spark that is set to ...