Novel & Cerita Amara Leveling Build

“I’ll wait for you to heal Able, then take you back to the packhouse before heading out.” “I would rather stay here if that’s alright.” I uttered and watched as the beta seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding. “Jay.” He called and a partially dressed fighter stepped over from the waiting area. “Amara this is Jay, one of the packs senior warriors.” He introduced and I considered that senior must be a skill rank or something because it certainly wasn’t a reflection of the man’s age, he could barely be thirty. “Jay, this is Amara, the Alphas mate.” Greyson continued but I watched as Jay’s eyes widened in surprise.

"Why not just have the witch lift a shield around us?" Shaun asks, his voice cutting clean through the thick silence. All eyes snap to Amara. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even blink. She just tilts her head slightly toward Shaun, her expression sharp, almost salty. "It requires a lot of power not only to lift a shield but to hold it up," she says, voice dry as a blade. "So between already doing that once today and the magic I used on Kaya, I’m a bit drained right now."

Because in her world… He was still the only person who had never left her. But elsewhere, Amara was no longer building theories. She was building structure. And structure, once complete, Always demanded confrontation.

"Speak with someone who knows him well. Someone who might be suspicious about Lydia. I thought about what he had said, instantly seeing Thorne's Beta, Lucas. He was among the few individuals in the pack who had ever been kind to me. He would be the first to pay attention. Even though I was terrified of going back to the pack, I said, "I'll try." "However, I'm not even sure where to begin." Kane's hand was firmly yet comfortingly placed on my shoulder. "Amara, you've already begun. You made it through their exile and rejection. You underestimate your strength. Make use of that strength.

However,she still behaved like a little stubborn girl and I couldn't help it but smile whenever she pulled up her childish behaviour. I have seen her go through hard times but she managed to smile nonetheless.I remembered the day she lost her mother at the age of seven.Those were the darkest days of her life and our pack in general because we had lost our Luna.Amara got through everything because she's tough.She has Alpha blood running through her veins. We went to the same school out of our territory. It was my father's and Alpha's idea for us to study away from our territory to get more exposure. It has never been boring to be around Amara because she's such a caring and comfortable person

he taunts. “I care about nothing but the mission. This can be our only chance; I don’t want to mess it up!” I roll my eyes at him. “If you say so..” he shrugs. “How’s Amara training going, anyways?” I ask, trying to sound casual. “Apparently, she is trying to refrain from using her leg and focusing more on simple tricks with knives” he updated. “Why?” I frown. “Because she sprained her right ankle” he reasons.

"Valeria might have backup plans." They spend the next three hours war-gaming scenarios. Hope memorizes escape routes, defensive positions, and counter-attack strategies. She practices the hand signals that will alert her true allies without revealing their awareness to the conspirators. "You need to rest," Amara says when the sun sets fully. "The ceremony is tomorrow night. You'll need all your strength." "I can't rest. Too much could go wrong—" "Which is exactly why you need to rest. An exhausted alpha makes mistakes. Strategic mistakes that get people killed." Amara's voice is gentle but firm. "Four hours. Sleep for four hours, then you can return to planning."