Aria's POV
The knock on my door started softly and then grew more insistent, like whoever stood outside had convinced himself that if he kept tapping long enough I would eventually surrender. I dragged a pillow over my head and considered pretending I was not there, but the knock continued with steady patience that scraped against my nerves.
I threw the covers aside and marched to the door, yanking it open without caring how I looked. One of the guards stood there, stiff and uncomfortable, as if he had drawn the shortest straw of the morning.
“Yes,” I said, not bothering to soften my tone.
He bowed. “Miss Aria, the elders are in the meeting hall. They request your presence for an urgent meeting.”
“Of course they do,” I muttered. “Is the pack on fire or did someone misplace their spect
