(Aria POV)
For a moment, nothing existed.
Just the night wind.
The scent of blood.
And a girl—silver-haired, trembling, staring at Aria like she was looking at a ghost.
Aria’s mind spun in every direction.
A sister?
Her mother never mentioned a sister.
No one ever said she wasn’t an only child.
Dominic stepped in front of Aria immediately, posture tense, voice dark.
“Aria, don’t go closer.”
Adrian mirrored him on the other side, eyes scanning the girl for weapons, magic, any sign of a trap.
Lucas didn’t move.
He stared at the girl with sharp, calculating focus—face set in stone, but his wolf on high alert.
She slowly touched her cheeks and tapped like she was afraid of waking her up. But she stirred after a few seconds.
“We have to take her to the pack’s infirmary,” Aria s
