AMARA’S POV

The screams were familiar.

Piercing, enclosing and maddening.

It came from all directions, making it hard to focus on a particular direction. Chaos struck the not so sacred sanctuary as alphas and guards shifted to their wolves, barring their fangs not at each other, but at a common enemy.

Shadow wolves.

The very same ones I had seen in my vision…

Suddenly, it all came flooding back. Shadow wolves, black veins, chaos, screaming children.

“Oh, no,” I gasped, the realization ...