Aria’s POV
“You are awake.”
The voice drifted from behind me, calm yet firm. I turned, and my eyes landed on her.
Sierra-de-Luna.
She stood tall, her figure graceful and commanding, her brown eyes gleaming like polished stones. Her hips swayed naturally with her steps, her curly hair tumbling down her shoulders, and her light complexion glowing in the soft light of the room. She was dressed in a loose white silk nightgown that whispered against the floor as she moved.
I recognized her instantly. She was the Luna of the Moon Fang Pack, one of the strongest and most feared packs in the Northern Region. Whispers of her influence reached every corner of the werewolf world. But what startled me most was not her presence, it was the question burning inside me.
What was I doing here? Why ha
