No Mercy

Amelia's heart raced as she darted through the dense forest, the moonlight barely piercing the thick canopy above. Each step felt heavy, burdened by the weight of her decisions and the fear of what lay ahead. She could almost hear the whispers of the pack behind her, the rustling leaves echoing the tension that hung in the air. Betrayal was a dangerous game, and she was playing it with fire.

It all started when Dario had chosen Marissa over her. Amelia had always admired Dario's strength and leadership, but it was Marissa who had captured his heart. The pain of rejection had cut deep, and in her desperation, Amelia had sought solace in the arms of Rhagan, a prince of the bears who had promised her freedom, adventure and Marissa’s head.

Now, as she ran, she feared that James had caught wind of her betrayal, and the thought sent shivers down her spine because it meant that Dario also knew.

The moon hung high in the sky, illuminating her path as she navigated through the underbrush. She