Aria POV
I’d only been in pack territory for a day, and I was beginning to reminisce on the reason I’d left in the first place.
It wasn’t about the building or the guest room that was assigned to me. The guest room was more comfortable than the Marriott's, and Damien made sure I had everything I needed. It wasn’t the stares and whispers that trailed after me as I walked through the pack members. I saw it coming.
But what bothered me was the nostalgic feeling I kept getting. Their morning routines and rituals, the pack flow, and the strategic hierarchy that governed every part of it. It was like I travelled back in time, except that I was seeing it from a different angle this time.
Watching the training session going on in the courtyard below stirred something in me. The way the young
