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You’re not the only one who’s scared, Amara.

Author: Ava
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-04 23:17:05

Amara's POV

I sat by the window, my knees pulled tightly to my chest, finding a fragile comfort in the fetal position. Outside, the world was cloaked in the deep, silent embrace of late night, the stars pinpricks of defiant light against the vast velvet canvas of the sky. The pack house was hushed, every floorboard settled, every breath held, but my mind was a raging tempest. It spun relentlessly, caught in a dizzying loop of fear and disbelief. The Alpha Council. The Binding Ceremony. The terrifying weight of it all, a destiny thrust upon me that I had never asked for, never even dreamed of.

There was a soft, hesitant knock on the door, a sound barely audible above the frantic thrum of my own pulse.

I didn’t answer. I couldn't. My throat was tight, choked with unspoken fears, and the last thing I wanted was to face another confrontation, another expectation. I simply buried my face deeper into my knees, willing myself to disappear.

But the knob turned anyway, slowly, deliberatel
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