Aria's POV
The sun was barely up when I left the room, as I made my way down the narrow hallways of the pack house. The past few days had been a blur of trying to adjust, trying to find a place in this world I’d been thrust back into. But today felt different. There was an unease in the air, a tension that made my skin prickle.
I hadn’t been walking long when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned, and there she was—Giselle.
Her light brown hair was pulled back into a tight, elegant bun, her cold gray eyes locking onto me with that same contempt she’d shown since the moment we met. She was regally dressed, every inch the lady of the house, and I knew right away this wasn’t going to be a friendly encounter.
“Well, well, if it isn’t our little runaway slave,” she sneered. "You woke early
