Aria’s POV
The air was thick in the morning, filled with the scent of wild roses and promise of the Blood Moon. Even the sky seemed different - bruised red at the rim, in disquiet. Wolves spoke of the Blood Moon as a time when the primal side of wolves overtook their rational side, and when even the most powerful Alpha has no control. I told myself I wasn't afraid. But underneath, I was terrified - of what my body did every time Damon was near.
The Winchester warriors were sparring on the training field, and their grunts and growls were heard across the open ground. I tried to focus; to hold still as I moved to dodge a strike from Nymera. My wolf's senses were heightened too much, too keen. Each sound, each smell was harsher than ever before.
"You're distracted," Nymera said panting.
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