Aria’s pov
I was trying to keep my nerves in check when Tobias suddenly stopped walking. I nearly bumped into his back.
“What pack are you from?” His voice was low, but I could feel the responsibility behind the question.
Why would he ask that? I thought they made their research… I hesitated, my palms growing clammy. There was no reason to lie, not about this.
“Ashen Pack.”
Tobias groaned, long and deep, like I had just told him I was carrying the plague. He rubbed a hand down his face.
“Of course you are,” he muttered.
I frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Tobias stopped walking and turned to face me fully with his arms crossed. Whatever he was thinking was beyond me. “It means you came from a pack that doesn’t take lightly to runaways and rogues.” His amused eyes stud
