- Aria
My wolf kept pacing behind my ribs, restless from all the emotions bleeding through the bond.
Then Luca called.
I snatched my phone so fast I almost dropped it.
“Luca?”
His voice came through.
“We found her.”
I sagged down onto the nursery chair, relief slamming into me.
“Thank the moon. Where was she?”
“At a bar near the Crescent district.” He exhaled hard, like he’d been sprinting. “She got drunk. Someone there used her phone to contact me.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Drunk. Pregnant. Great combo.”
“She’s safe,” he said. “She’s with Rowan now.”
“Good,” I whispered. “That’s good.”
Silence lingered for a moment, weighted down by all the unfinished conversations we’d shoved into corners.
Then Luca cleared his throat.
“Aria… I’m co
