Chapter 85 The Witch's Advance

Amara’s POV

The sky was red. Thick, choking smoke rose high into the air. Standing on the walls of the Obsidian Pack's fortress, I looked like a ravenous beast at the fire raging through the forest.

Rowan's voice sounded tense next to me as he said, "They're coming." He held onto the edge of the s...

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