Aries collapsed onto the Fire Fang guest bed with a groan, the room spinning just enough to remind him how much he’d drunk. Fire Fang didn’t party—they waged war with alcohol. His head throbbed, his muscles ached, and he was pretty sure someone had challenged him to a wrestling match on a table at some point.
But even through the haze, one thought kept circling back like a moth to flame.
Adara.
He’d met plenty of she‑wolves in his life—strong ones, beautiful ones, fierce ones—but none like her. None who could be sharp and soft in the same breath. None who could look at him like she saw straight through the armor he’d spent years building.
Eight years older. Eight years wiser. Eight years more dangerous.
And somehow, impossibly, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Not just physic
