Chapter 40 The Awakening of the Witch

Amara’s POV

Like a last gasp, the wind howled about the Obsidian Pack camp. In the sky, the moon continued to bleed red. It was felt by all. Something awful had changed.

I steadied myself by holding onto the edge of a wooden post as I stood outside the main tent. Like a war drum, my heart beat. Th...

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