Aria’s POV ……..
The forest finally gave way to the familiar scent of home — pine, steel, and faint traces of magic that only existed around the Royal Pack’s borders because of me. My paws faltered when I saw the first torchlight.
Home.
The word ached in my chest. My legs trembled, exhaustion creeping through every vein. I shifted back to human form before crossing the final ridge. My skin was smeared with dirt, blood, and soot, my dress torn and clinging to me like second skin. But none of it mattered — because I could smell him.
Kaelen.
Warriors on patrol saw me and let out a howl
The scent of storm and frost and something deep, something that always found its way to my soul.
I stepped into the clearing. Guards stiffened immediately, eyes widening as they recognized me.
“Luna—” on
