Aria’s POV
The air inside the packhouse buzzed with urgency. Shouts rang out lively and loud, footsteps hurried across the floorboards, and the playful yelps of pups echoed playfully throughout. Wisps of smoke curled gently through the windows, creating a distant but noticeable scent that made the eyes water.
“Move them out!” I shouted, ushering a small group of frightened omegas toward the cellar doors. “Take the pups to the tunnels beneath the eastern wing. Don’t stop for anything!”
A young omega clutched two small children to her chest, her eyes wide with fear. “Luna, what about you?”
“I’ll follow once everyone’s safe,” I said firmly, even though my heart was pounding so hard it hurt.
Luna still sounded unfamiliar on my lips, even though only a few weeks had passed since Damon anno
