Amara's POV
The aftermath of the battle had left the once picturesque territory in disarray. The dense foliage, once teeming with life and vitality, was now marred with deep claw marks and bloody gashes. The air was thick with the scent of death, and the earth was stained with crimson pools. Adrik's heart ached with the loss of his beloved pack members. The pain was overwhelming, and he struggled to come to terms with his failure to protect them. Each loss weighed heavily on his soul, and the weight was crushing him with every passing moment.
My heart was heavy with the weight of his pain, as I saw the raw emotions etched on his face. The depth of his burden was palpable, and the strain of his leadership was evident in the lines on his forehead. Nevertheless, as his mate, I was resolute
