Night fell heavy and restless across the Silverfang Pack.
Aria couldn’t sleep.
Her wolf paced circles inside her chest, tugging, whispering, pulling her toward the pack border — toward Lucas.
His emotions were bleeding through the matebond now.
Pain.
Loneliness.
Desperation.
Aria… come to me. Please.
She pressed a hand to her sternum and closed her eyes.
“Stop,” she whispered. “Stop pulling me.”
The door to her room opened quietly.
“Aria?”
Adrian’s voice.
She looked up. He stood in the doorway, hair messy from sleep, shirt half-buttoned, eyes soft with worry. Dominic followed behind him, rubbing his eyes.
“Your wolf’s howling,” Dominic muttered. “We can feel it from our rooms.”
“I’m fine,” she lied.
Adrian didn’t buy it for a second.
He stepped inside and sat beside her. D
