Aria.
The pack house was buzzing before I even stepped inside. Music pulsed through the walls, laughter spilled out into the night air, and the scent of alcohol clung heavy in the breeze. I paused at the bottom of the steps, tugging the sleeves of my sweater over my hands as I glanced back once, almost expecting to see Alpha Elias’s tall shadow trailing behind me.
But he was gone. All I had left was the faint echo of his voice reminding me to stay sharp, to remember who the real enemy was.
For the first time in a long while, I felt a flicker of something I hadn’t in months. Victory. Small, fragile, but enough to push me forward. Every step I took now was a step toward my pack’s freedom.
Inside, the noise hit me harder. Music blared from speakers shoved into corners, the bass vibratin
