Aria’s POV
I hadn’t left the guest room in two days.
The curtains were closed. My suitcase sat half-open near the bed, the same way it had since I arrived. Every once in a while, there was a knock on the door...soft, careful...followed by the same calm voice.
“Aria… you should eat something.”
Kael.
He would leave the tray by the door and walk away. Sometimes, I’d hear his footsteps pause in the hallway...like he was standing there, unsure if he should say more...and then he’d move again.
The food was always untouched.
The thing is, I wasn’t angry at him. Not really. I was angry at myself. For coming here. For agreeing to stay. For pretending I could start over when I hadn’t even finished the last chapter of my life.
My wolf wouldn’t stop talking either.
“He’s your mate,” she’d whi
