AMARA’S POV

He did not get very far.

I wished he had. Not because I was delusional enough to believe that he would have escaped the pack of wolves, but because I did not want to watch what they would do to him. And I had.

I could not even hear my own screams as I watched the horrific scene. The tears that blurred my vision provided a momentary blindness, not enough to shield me from the event unfolding before me. the beasts that were supposed to devour me turned their attention and rage to ...