Arlo’s POV
The guest room the Crimson Ridge pack had provided me was—how to put it politely?—functional. The bed was comfortable enough, the room clean, the furniture sturdy. But charm? Personality? Style? It was nowhere to be found. A shame, really. Even in the darkest hours, I always believed a touch of luxury was a balm for the soul.
Still, I couldn’t complain. The pack was clearly trying. Their Alpha, Damon, had begrudgingly tolerated my presence, and I could tell the others weren’t sure what to make of me yet. They watched me like I might turn into a threat at any moment. But they were predictable—wolves usually were. Fierce loyalty mixed with a touch of paranoia. It was almost endearing.
What was far less predictable, however, was their Luna. Aria.
She fascinated me in a way I wa
