The summons came with the first light of dawn, delivered by a pack warrior whose presence at their front door felt more like a threat than an invitation.
Aria had barely slept, her mind a chaotic loop of Liam’s cold gaze and the suffocating scents that had followed him home.
She dressed in a simple tunic, her fingers fumbling with the buttons as she felt the heavy thrum of Liam’s presence in the next room.
He was already awake, his energy a low, vibrating hum of suppressed power that made the very air in the cottage feel thin.
They walked to the Alpha’s long-house in a silence so thick it was hard to breathe.
Liam didn't look at her. He kept his eyes fixed on the path ahead, his stride long and predatory, while Aria struggled to maintain the pace of a dutiful sister.
The pack hous
