Amara’s POV.

The air was thick and intense, filled with the growls and howls of the wolves as they surrounded each other. Their dark red eyes pierced, sending shivers down the spines of the encircling werewolves. The sound of their growls rattled the bones of those around them, creating a tense atmosphere that could be cut with a knife.

I took a sneaky look around. I felt sharp eyes from behind the trees. Maximum of fifty rouges were all over the place. Half of them were in front of us. When I looked at Ryder, his aura grew stronger. I could sense authority and power in his blood, as if...