Aria’s POV
I ran.
My lungs burned with every breath, the cold air of the corridors cutting my skin like glass, but the vibration in my blood gave me a terrifying amount of energy. I didn't head for the safety of my room; I headed for the room where I had left the so-called perfect Vaelor family.
I burst through the double doors, my hair standing on different ends and my chest heaving. The Grand Luna was still seated, calmly sipping tea as if the world weren't ending a few hundred yards away. Elena was standing by the window, her hand resting protectively over her stomach.
"The estate," I gasped, clutching the doorframe to keep from collapsing. "It’s under attack. The southern wall is down. Noah is at the breach... he’s fighting ferals."
The Grand Luna didn't even set her cup down
