The Prophecy: Amarah's Alpha
“Daddy’s here now. Everything’s going to be okay.”
“I was so scared,” she mumbled through tears, her breath catching up with her.
“Mari, you need to relax,” Mr. Saville said firmly. He pulled away to look down at her, who is somewhat hyperventilating. He cupped her chin and tilted her face up. “Look at me, sweetheart. Slowly, okay. Release your breathing slowly. One, two, three.”
Amarah looked at her father intently, gripping his arms tightly and releasing her breath based on his counting. She then inhaled upon his instructions.