Amara's POV
I had taken my new role as the alpha female seriously, knowing that the pack's survival depended on my ability to lead. I had worked tirelessly to ensure that the pack was thriving, spending countless hours listening to the needs of my packmates and making difficult decisions. Sierra's constant needling and dismissive attitude and jealousy had at times tested my patience, but I had always remained steadfast in my determination to keep the peace. Despite our differences, I had tried my best to find common ground with Sierra, hoping to foster a sense of unity among the pack. However, as the night of the ceremonies approached, I couldn't shake the feeling that Sierra was becoming more and more antagonistic, and that our fragile peace was about to be shattered.
I couldn't shake
