MOONLIT REDEMPTION

d the sky. Amara stumbled through the undergrowth, the cool night air biting at her skin. Each step

a of the Silver Ridge Pack. She was a rogue n

ng hard onto the forest floor. Dirt clung to her dress, and

to herself, her voice

d, and despised. Without a pack, she was vulnerab

wasn't the familiar song of her pack but something far more menacing.

he forced them into motion. She had to find shelter, some

ond. She stumbled upon a narrow creek, its cold water glinting faintly in the moonlight. D

way from home,

laced with danger. Amara froze, her senses

th dark, tousled hair and piercing gray eyes that seemed to see straight

ara demanded, her

could ask you the same question. A pretty little thing like you wandering a

ched. "I didn't ch

fading. "Exile," he said, his tone softer now. "I've seen it bef

r flaring in her ches

Because out here, weaknes

a whirl around, her heart pounding. She could see sh

ser, his voice low.

anted to do, but she didn't have a choice. She nodded, ste

wisted with malice. He was a burly man with a scar running dow

dripping with mockery. "What do we have here

nd, his stance relaxed but ready

hat grated against Amara's ears. "Your pro

itory," the man replied coldly. "Leave n

ved like a shadow, a blur of motion as he intercepted the attack. The sound of fists

kers with brutal efficiency. Each strike was precise, his moveme

companions were retreating into the forest

to Amara, his breathing steady

t like jelly. "Who are you?" she

eyes unreadable. "Adrian," he said f

"I didn't ask

m. "But you need it. You won't las

ng her to follow. Amara hesitated, torn betwee

took a step after him.

, a faint smirk tugging at his l

ake the feeling that her life was about to change once