Amara’s POV.

Stepping out of the train platform, I took a deep breath and looked around. After five days of traveling, I had finally arrived at the capital of the Dark Crescent Pack. The view was overwhelming as I took in my surroundings. The city was crowded with werewolves, all bustling around the streets.

The buildings were made of brick and stone, towering over me. The scent in the air was a mix of different smells, from the sweet aroma of baked goods to the musky scent of werewolves. My eyes darted around, trying to take everything in at once. The streets were busy, with vendors selling their goods at...