AMBERLY POV
While standing beside Jack, I watched intently at the wolves and men stirred on the other side of the border, their silhouettes stark against the fading light. An eerie sound floated through the air, echoing in the distance—an unsettling blend of howls and murmurs.
As Jack began to stride forward, his gaze fixed on the lead wolf—commanding and regal, its posture exuding authority—I felt an instinctive hesitation. The weight of the moment held me firmly in place, the ground beneath my feet feeling both familiar and foreign as I remained steadfast, awash in the tension of the scene unfolding before us.
I peered into the distance, where an eerie sound echoed through the stillness, growing sharper with each passing moment. My heart raced as I turned to glance at Jack, who stood
