Fight for her.

Zane

I remember vividly the moment Amanda stormed into my pack territory with a fire in her eyes that could rival the sun's intensity. Her presence alone sent a shiver down my spine, a foreboding sense of impending doom creeping over me. I knew, deep down, that she was furious with me, and whatever anger she harbored was not to be taken lightly. It was as if a storm cloud had descended upon us, and I was the unfortunate target of its wrath.

As the days passed, I couldn't shake the feeling of impending confrontation. Every rustle of the leaves, every distant sound, seemed to herald her return and when she did come back, I knew it was only a matter of time before she sought me out. I could almost feel the weight of her gaze, burning into me with unrelenting fury. It was as if she had a score to settle, and I was the unwilling participant in her twisted game of vengeance.

“What have I done?” I muttered.

I found myself constantly looking over my shoulder, expecting her to leap out from th