Leah’s POV
If you had asked me six months ago to describe Aria Williams, I would have said she was quiet. Polite. The kind of girl people overlooked because she didn’t demand attention or take up space. I would have told you she was gentle in a pack that admired sharp edges, and that kindness here often passed for weakness.
If you asked me now, I wouldn’t know where to begin.
I noticed the change the morning after the training incident, though no one officially called it that. Around here, things were rarely named unless they benefited someone important. But everyone knew. Everyone had felt it—the moment when Aria stopped being just the rejected girl and became something… else.
She walked into school that day the same way she always did. Head high. Steps steady. No dramatics. No attemp
