Every single detail of who Amara is, what she’s capable of, and how much she’s in danger overwhelmed me. It’s sickening to know that such wolves are willing to murder anyone and everyone just so they can get what they want. Their hunger for power is beyond pathetic that I don’t know whether I should pity them or spite them. My mate may be stronger than any of us combined, but all hell will break loose if one of them gets to touch even a single strand of her hair this time. I swore to myself that all those involved will pay for everything they’ve done to her and her family with my own hands. I will do anything in my power to protect her even if it means sacrificing my own life. I know it sounds so melodramatic, but it’s the truth. I can’t let anything happen to her. If they want to get to her, they’d have to face me first.
I’ve allowed Eric to stay with us or to come and go as he pleases for a while, or at least until we figure and plan things out. Amara trusts him explicitly, but that doesn’t mean that I do too. Until I’m a hundred percent sure that he’s not here to harm her, I will low key keep an eye on him for good measure. It’s not that I don’t find him trustworthy, but I need to be vigilant where Amara is concerned. Then there’s Dakota’s reaction towards him the other day, so I think I have some more digging to do. I have to hand it to him though, he’s a master strategist and tactician. It’s actually mind-blowing to see him at work and thanks to him we are a few steps closer to locking down the assholes who have been pursuing my mate. It’s only a matter of time before they show themselves and by the time they do, we’ll be ready.
I stood in front of the floor to ceiling window in my room, peacefully watching the night. I am aware that this is the calm before the storm, and any time soon, our enemies are coming for us. For her. “What are you thinking about?” Amara came up from behind me wrapping her slender arms around my waist before laying a kiss on my back and instantly all the worries I had rolled out of my mind. It’s moments like these that make me realize that despite the dangers we have to face, I still have a reason to be happy and feel contented. I may hate the circumstances we’re in, but I never would have met her if things didn’t end up the way they did in the first place. “Nothing,” I answered turning around so that I could wrap my arms around her too.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” she started and I just nodded in response for her to go on. “Did Dakota mention anything to you? She’s been acting kinda strange lately. Like she doesn’t want to be near me or Eric.” My brows shot up at the thought of my sister avoiding my mate. My sister adores her to the core, so it’s sort of impossible for that to happen. “No, she didn’t tell me anything. Come to think of it, maybe I should talk to her about it.” And she lifted her palm facing upward with a smirk on her face as if to say that she was thinking the exact same thing. She may have become even more beautiful and powerful, but God knows how much I appreciate how she stayed the same on the inside. She’s the same awkward, smart, funny, and adorable girl I am so in love with. “I’ll do just that first thing tomorrow. In the meantime, let’s get to bed,” I instructed, pushing her forward before swatting her ass which made her jump a bit. “Hey!” she protested making me snigger.
I woke up to Amara shaking my shoulders looking a bit alarmed. Though she didn’t say anything, I felt that there was something wrong with her actions. “Storm, wake up,” she ordered through mind link while looking out the window. “They’re coming,” she added and that had me jumping up out of bed without a word. Within seconds, Eric was at the door silently telling me that this was it. We’re about to go to war. We have anticipated this since day one. Although, we’re not sure about the “when,” we’re sure they’re going to come for her, and attacking was their only option. So, it’s good that no pack member too young or too weak to fight were around the lands at this time. Also, there are no reports of anyone sustaining any injury or getting hurt so far. We have made the enemy believe that patrolling has long ended around this time and luckily they took the bait. “50, 65, 80. That’s 80,” Amara counted, mind linking everyone with her eyes closed.
I motioned the number to Eric and he gave me a curt nod. We didn’t have to ask what that meant because deep down we already know what she’s trying to say. 80 wolves and some of them are rogues. We rushed down the stairs positioning ourselves for the battle. I can smell gasoline and fire. The house is surrounded and just like we have expected, they’re going to try to lure everyone out using just that which to me is absolutely predictable. As much as I want to go out there and rip them into pieces, I have to calm down and be patient. Timing is important in these situations. We need it now more than ever if we want our plans to work. Eric placed his index finger on his lips to tell us to stay still and move as silently as possible and for a second he held Dakota’s gaze with an impassive look. Huh...
Smash! Broken glasses scattered and thick black smoke rose as fire engulfed the entire house. That was it. That was the signal.