Aria’s POV
The battlefield blurred before my eyes, as the metallic scent of blood and the cries of wolves filled the air, blending into a dull, pulsing hum. I dropped to my knees, clutching my stomach tightly, as pain swept through me like a fiery wave.
“Aria!” Damon’s voice ripped through the chaos.
I tried to look up, but the world spun so wildly around me. My vision broke into flashes of light and shadow ... glimpses of silver fur, streaks of blood, and fiery eyes in the distance. I could hardly breathe. The pain wasn’t just physical; it felt deeper, spreading beneath my skin and settling into my bones. My wolf whimpered quietly inside me, fragile but still present, still fighting to be strong.
“Hold on,” I whispered to her, or maybe to myself.
Damon quickly got to me, his hands wa
