Amara’s POV.

I raced through the forest at an incredible pace. I detected Amelia’s scent carried by the wind, and it was guiding me towards a clearing just ahead.

I sprinted with all my might, my werewolf instincts sharpened as I drew upon every reserve of strength within me. The enemies lurked nearby, and I could feel their presence in the air, as well as the fear creeping up inside me, but I suppressed it, focusing all of my energy into rescuing my sister.

As I rushed into the clearing, I saw her struggling in the grip of a large ogre, its massive hands wrapped around her throat. Without a...