The clawhold had never felt more silent.
Every step Aria took as she passed through the market was filled with purpose. Her steps echoed loudly against the silent market square as everyone held their breath and waited for her to pass through.
She didn’t flinch when she felt the eyes on her. Nor did she flinch when some servants scurried past her with hurriedly executed bows.
This was different. It wasn’t like the last time she had moved where everyone was scared of the person behind her.
The last time she passed through the pack, everyone acted subservient because they feared Lucien. Now, they acted that way because their instincts screamed at them to.
It wasn’t just the way Aria carried herself that made their instincts scream at them, it was the way she moved. The way her aura
