AMAYA.

The death of my brother hung over me like a dark cloud, but I couldn't let it rain on my parade. 

There was too much to do. 

Tomas’s final words about "the failures" and the children who came before me haunted my sleep, but during the day, I  had to be the strong woman my mates believed I was.

The Academy was still a mess of construction and they were not even close to being finished which made me feel uncomfortable.

 To keep the peace and build a wall around my unborn babies, I knew I needed more than just three strong Alphas. I needed the packs.

I needed...