Theo
The dining hall smells like roasted meat, garlic, and tension.
Mostly tension.
I lean against the kitchen counter, arms folded across my chest, watching the doorway as the sound of footsteps echoes down the hall.
My wolf paces beneath my skin.
She knows now, he mutters.
Yeah.
She does.
The image from last night flashes in my head again—Aria standing in the doorway of the interrogation room, eyes wide with horror while four wolves tore at each other. Nd to have it happen right after being attacked by wolves.
In my worst imagination, she looks upon me with revulsion and fear.
The door opens.
Aria walks in first.
Behind her are Liam and Kade.
Her scent hits me immediately—confusion, fear, anger… and exhaustion all wrapped under a warm, tart, caramel. She looks like she hasn
