Anita’s Pov
I winced as Amara twisted my arm further behind my back. The pressure shot through my shoulder, and with my ankle still throbbing from earlier, the pain became unbearable. I tried to pull away, but the sharp jolt in my ankle caused me to stumble, nearly falling to the floor.
"Let go of me!" I shouted, my voice filled with both anger and desperation. My heart was pounding, the adrenaline rushing through my veins as I struggled to break free from her grasp.
Amara’s grip only tightened, her nails digging into the skin of my wrist as she sneered. "You think you can just come back into this pack and everything will be fine? You’re delusional, Anita. You don’t belong here."
I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my balance as I twisted my wrist, hoping to loosen her hold. But Amara wasn’t letting go. Instead, she dug her nails deeper, the sharp sting sending a wave of pain shooting up my arm.