Aria's POV
Winchester pack house was not at all the Silvermoon grounds I was growing up in. It was bigger losing walls of marble, high windows which flung the moonlight back like mirrors, and guards at every turn. Yet behind the beauty, I was experiencing the same feeling that I had always felt in my old home. Alone.
I remained because I had no other places to go. Not because I wanted to.
Damon had already seen to that on the very first day I was here, he did not chain me, did not take me and keep me in a cell. He just told me that I would be safe under my roof. Safe. The term was no longer real. It was not the first lie, but a man had said it to me and vowed that he would love me all my life.
I felt my pulse now deceitful whenever Damon got into a room with his rich voice. My skin was
