Aria had learned to walk like a ghost: soft, unseen, forgotten.
It was the only way to survive after watching her world burn.
The corridors of Red Hawks Pack Headquarters still smelled of ink, cedarwood, and Adrian’s calm authority. Even Dominic’s sharper, stormy scent clung to the walls. Their scents wrapped around her like a protective cage, and she hated how safe she felt. Safety made people weak. Safety made people trust. And trust was what had destroyed her before.
Kathy’s exposure had shaken the entire packs to the core.
But Aria’s illusion still held. Even though no one dared to suspect her, she would never be able to forget the fear she felt in those moments.
Kathy had been using a fake scent, a borrowed identity, and illusion magic to stand close to Lucas, pretending to be h
