But then, I saw her. Walking just behind Rowan. Her steps were awkward and tentative. The picture of innocence. I could see people staring at her – enthralled by her beauty. The witch’s beauty was as breathtaking as I remembered – long raven hair, emerald eyes that seemed to glow and a body that drew the eyes of every male currently even though she was clad in rags.
“My love,” Rowan said as soon as he came closer. “I’ve missed you,” he said bending down to plant a kiss on my lips.
“And I, you,” I steeled myself, plastering on a warm smile.
Then he turned and faced the people.
“My pack, my family… we return victorious! The rogue threat has been eliminated and our borders are secure once more".
The crowd erupted with cheers but I remained silent, my eyes still fixed on Amara. The witch stood quietly; her posture humble but I could practically see the calculating gleam in her eyes.
“But our victory came at a cost,” Rowan continued, his tone growing sombre. “In the strongholds of the rogue, we discovered dark, ancient magic that threatened not just our pack but all werewolves".