ARIA'S POV:
“Draven!” The door slammed on the frame, causing a loud noise I feared would wake the entire packhouse.
“Oh, Aria!” I lowered my head and placed it on my palm. ‘What was I thinking? Why did I think he would process that properly, or that I could actually tell him something I had no proof of?’ I was immediately swung into panic mode.
‘What if he told her?’ I would have successfully undone the friendship that seemed to be building. I would become everyone's enemy.
“We had a good time today, why are you finding it difficult to believe her?” I hit my head several times.
My wolf growled. I didn't know why I was unsettled with Violetta, but my wolf did not stop growling, every time I felt bad for kicking against her.
Something inside me would not allow me to forget the words sh
