Aria POV
Elder Blackthorne’s house sat at the edge of the pack territory. It was a modest cottage surrounded by ancient oak trees, with evidence that it had seen decades of pack history written over it. Now, they were just witnesses to a murder.
Pack warriors had secured the area by the time we arrived. The scene was chaotic. I could smell blood before we even reached the front door, and it had a taste. It was a sharp metallic sound, mixed with fear.
Kieran was a step ahead of me, his alpha authority parting the gathered wolves even before he spoke. I followed close behind, ignoring the weird stares from pack members who definitely thought it wasn’t in my place to step into. I hoped they didn’t think I was responsible for it.
And if they think I was responsible for everything going on
