Aria's POV
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the tray of food they'd left on the table. The room was exactly as I remembered it, my old room in Alpha Logan's pack house. The same soft curtains draped over the window, the same oak dresser in the corner, the same faint smell of citrus that always seemed to linger in the air.
But none of it felt familiar anymore. Everything felt wrong.
I hadn't touched the food. I didn't have the appetite. All I could think about was Denderick, about how much I regretted leaving him. If only I hadn't run away, if only I had stayed with him and Edward, then none of this would've happened. I wouldn't be trapped in this nightmare, torn from my son, with no way of knowing if he was even safe.
But then I remembered how Giselle had made me feel l
