ARIA
Mireya looked at me, then looked again. Her face tightened. Her eyes went white, flat and glowing, and my body reacted before my mind could. I stepped back until my shoulders hit the wall.
"Stop," Mireya said sharply. "What is wrong with you? You're a werewolf?"
"Yes," I said, breath uneven. "And you're frightening me. When I'm scared, my wolf doesn't behave well."
I swallowed. "Why are your eyes white? Can you see my wolf?"
"No." Her voice went rigid. "I can feel that you're a werewolf, but I can't see your wolf. I see bonds. You don't have any. Even a rogue has bonds."
"I do," I said quickly. "I'm bonded to an alpha. My father."
She stared at me. "No, you're not. You're lying."
Then her eyes narrowed. "Does your skin itch?"
"What?" The word barely came out.
"How long have
