Third Person pov :
The house of High Warlock Cedric was built directly into the roots of a giant, ancient oak tree. Inside, it was warm, glowing with soft candlelight, and smelled heavily of dried mint, lavender, and sweet wood smoke.
It was a very peaceful place. But right now, it felt very crowded.
The three massive Alpha made the cozy room feel incredibly small. Caspian stood right behind the wooden chair where Aria was sitting, his broad shoulders completely blocking the door. He crossed his thick arms over his chest, his eyes watching every single movement in the room. Killian was pacing slowly near the window, his large boots making soft thudding sounds on the wooden floor. His eyes stared out at the hidden valley, making sure no one was trying to sneak up on them. Lucian stood
