Aria's POV
Under the full moon's luminous gaze, I stood in the clearing, my body tense with anticipation. The spot Rio got for me is where I stay to try and unlock my supposed werewolf abilities. I shed my clothes, the cool night air dancing across my skin as I focused on the shift. But despite my efforts – deep breaths, flexed muscles, and strained willpower – nothing happened. Frustration simmered into resignation. "It's obvious I'm not a werewolf," I said aloud, the words a mixture of disappointment and defeat.
Just as I spoke, a voice sliced through the silence. "Are you just figuring that out?" I turned to face the speaker, and Willow's presence electrified the air. Her smirk was a spark of amusement, her eyes gleaming with a knowing light that seemed to see right through me. The mo
