Aria’s POV:
I was sitting on the edge of the large, unfamiliar bed in the guest wing, tracing the patterns on the heavy quilt, when a sharp knock on the door made me jump slightly.
I had barely slept the previous night because the sounds of the pack house were so different from the forest, and every creak of the floorboards felt like a threat to my safety.
The door opened slowly, and a young maid poked her head inside, looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and pity that made my stomach turn.
“The Alpha is asking for you in his study, and he said you should come immediately because he has things that need to be signed before the midday meal,” the girl said, stepping back to let me pass.
“Thank you, I’ll be there in a moment,” I replied, standing up and trying to smooth out the
