Aria's POV
The pack bowed gracefully as I went by, calling me Luna with warmth. Yet, their eyes held a mix of feelings...some still watched me with a hint of suspicion, as if I was the reason behind every lingering wound. It was as if the blood staining the soil was mine to carry, even if my heart felt heavy with empathy for them.
I paused by the western wall, gently touching the carved names of the fallen warriors. I softly whispered a prayer for each one, sending my heartfelt wishes for every soul lost...because of me... because of Zac.
"You shouldn't be out here alone," Damon's voice came from behind me, calm but firm.
I didn't turn. "I couldn't sleep."
His footsteps were slow, deliberate. The scent of him...cedar and smoke...wrapped around me before he even reached my side. "You'v
