Aria spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, her body running entirely too hot.
Every time she closed her eyes, she felt the phantom weight of Rowan’s body pressing her against the stone wall. She heard the dark, gravelly pitch of his voice confessing that he had stood outside her door for three hours. Trying to convince my wolf not to tear it off its hinges.
When dawn finally broke, painting the sky in pale shades of violet and gold, Aria gave up on sleep. She washed her face, dressed in her warmest winter gear, and made sure the crescent moon pendant was resting securely against her skin.
When she walked downstairs, the atmosphere in the packhouse was noticeably different.
Yesterday, there had been whispers. Today, there was only deference.
As Aria crossed the great hall, K
