Aria smiled,
With every single breath she took, the copper taste of blood clung to her tongue. Her weaver’s sight was gone, not because she was unable to keep it on, but because she didn’t want to. She didn’t need to see the silver strands anymore to understand the devastation and death around her.
Now that the fight was over, she could not help feeling a little sad at the blood, gore and destruction that they had caused.
Her mate, Lucien, stood in the center of the clearing in lycan form, his massive body painted crimson from his muzzles to the paw. Even partially shifted, he still towered over every single one of the wolves.
She turned her gaze away from her mate and focused on the crowd. She subtly nodded as her eyes passed through Rose. She could already tell by the conflicting
