Aria’s POV
The air in the packhouse was different after that night - heavy, strained, whispering with things unsaid. All the hallways I walked down I could feel eyes on me. Wolves flicked their heads around when I passed them, but quickly enough not to hide the suspicion in their eye.
They knew.
Or at least, they thought they had.
After word was out that the renegade I had wept was my brother, the whispers started -- at first quiet, like the sound of wind through dead leaves, then harsher, crueller. She hid a rogue's blood. Maybe she led them here. She's not one of us.
I thought I had become immune to judgement. After all, the Redmoon Pack had prepared me for humiliation well enough. But this... this was different. These wolves were Damon's soldiers, his family. His opinions were sign
