ROWAN
Three weeks.
Three weeks since I had seen her. That was all it had been. Three weeks since stepping into the Ashen Pack’s hall, since the scent of sweetness and orange had caught my attention. Three weeks since setting eyes on the omega with quiet stubbornness in her stance.
Aria Moonstone. The omega with no wolf. The moment I had seen Darius parading her, I knew she wasn't with a wolf. No one to defend her. I had almost made a mistake. I had almost rejected her. The words had already been on my tongue. If Darius Blackthorn had not stopped me, I would have thrown away the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. A familiar agony ripped through me.
Was I destined to be lonely? s**t, Rowan, you are just as pathetic as…
“Rowan...” Rowana sighed, stepping closer. The harshness in her e
