Seth’s POV
Watching Aria walk away, allowing her to go back into that witches’ den where I couldn’t protect her was infuriating... and I’ve already had to do it twice tonight. I looked up at her window again, but there was no sign of her. The warm yellow glow had disappeared from behind her curtains almost ten minutes ago. She must already be down in the cafe; still, my feet would not carry me away from this spot. Her energy and her earthy scent still lingered here. I wanted to soak it all in for at least a little while longer. Soon enough there would be official pack business to deal with, but for now there was only Aria - the memory of her lips on mine and the worry for her that constantly nagged at the back of my mind. Is this what it is like to find your mate? How on earth does
