ARIA
Of course, I felt it. That unbearable warmth whenever he was near. The way his scent clouded my thoughts. The way my body responded, even when my mind screamed at me to resist.
It was always the same with Killian, Darius, Rowan, and Lucian—only worse. But I couldn’t trust it. I couldn’t trust any of them. Only my wolf could tell me what was real.
And she wasn’t here.
My silence seemed to please Killian.
“You don’t have to admit it,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against my wrist again—a featherlight touch that sent a shiver down my spine. “It doesn’t matter.”
That snapped me out of it. Having a wolf matters!
While others were naming their wolves, I was busy searching for mine. While others were shifting for the first time, I was being called a freak—born with unique physica
