Amara: The Cursed Blood

illian, her hot tears could not stop falling. Rage started to build up insid

e heard them laughing as nothing happened, mocking the death

had to die for such an invalid reason. There was no way she would accept the horrible de

ed herself repeatedly. However, Ama

y was burning on fire. Suddenly, her head and body have suffered in excruciating pain, something she never felt before

his bitch will seriously put us into tro

first, but I agree, she must die and jo

hands and neck became more visible as the blood inside it continued to pump wildly. Her heart was pounding aggressively, and with each pound, she felt her bones turning

nd overpowered her. Amara howled in pain when her body started to shift for the

pairs of eyes have turned to golden mist. At the same time, Amara's sl

ngeance took over her emotion. Her golden mist eyes

f. She snarled. Her gleaming fangs were out. With her saliva flowing from her mo

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ath of the two warrior wolves. The rain was still pouring heavily, and the cold wind was aggressive, swaying the trees in th

er breathings weren't regular, and her entire body was wet and cold. Amara would've collapsed already if she was in her h

e chilling night that continued to send shivers down her spine, and the emptiness

mist eyes. She gazed up at the dark sky. The gleaming silver moon was still u

heart. Her sanity has lost from the moment she shifted. Her memories weren't intact in her min

as wrath and pain for something she couldn't remember… yet. As the cold wind blew her

strength until she finally reached the boundary of the werewolves' territo

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e woods? It’s dangerous here!” an unfamiliar voice of

n was so blurry that it made her blink several times. When her eyes started to see clearly, the first thing she saw was the face of a woman who has gray-color

e of the presence of this older woman in front of her. She panic

n scent, Amara knew that

e woman asked worriedly, and then she looked down at her

zed that she’s naked. Her forehead immediately creased. Her mouth was left half-ope

len leaves on the moist soil, the pleasant lake in front of them, and the sun rays reflecting on its water.

he lives. She could not even smell any scent of werewolves in the area, which she finds odd. The only scents she could smell

. She then looked at the older woman again, who was st

I was looking for some woods I could use at home and then I

almost yelled, frightened an

her; the confusion was w

hon. Shouldn’t

es to understand what was happening, the more pain is attacking her head. It was the first ti

ell me you’re go

from her. However, the pain hitting her head was more potent than her will

l be in trouble. I’m not saying this to generalize men in Dr

at the human who was carefull

and if one of them sees you walking naked

ked towards her and gripped h

her bones. Amara couldn’t control the rage building up within her. Her whole body felt heavy a

e am I?” she s

tuttered in fear as her eyes widene

e am I?!” she repe

rysd

e growle

and the familiar heat started to consume her. Her heart was pounding loudly out of rage. It was the first tim

r of golden

older woman and stepped back. She shook he

uded with her entire body shaking. “The

down. When her rage started to subside and her breathing went back

older woman. “Your eye co

still puzzled as to why she ended up sleeping in this forest in Drysdale. The h

r must be

ior wolves attacked and decapitated her father right in front of her—his blood all over the four corners of their home, how Killian Montreal, the love

thing. Those tragic memories

ltiple lumps that she couldn’t breathe. Her whole body s

but it seemed like all her gathered streng

led her

lled Ki

night hammered her world, shattering it into pieces. It was, indeed, a fatal pain, like a silv

s head for the last time at that very moment and how Killian was

oung

a screamed

he people she loved and trusted the most died.

people who showed her lo

n hatred and sorrow, Am