Aerion
Bringing Arya along now felt like it was a mistake. I could see it in the way her shoulders tensed after we had left the council chambers and how her eyes looked around t as if searching for an escape route. She excused herself quietly, saying she needed a moment, and walked away before I could say anything to stop her.
Drakos growled low in my mind. You’re pushing her too hard.
“I’m not pushing her,” I replied, crossing my arms. “She is overwhelmed. That’s different.”
And whose fault is that? You’re the one dragging her into council matters she is not ready for.
My wolf had no problem pointing out my flaws, especially when it came to Arya. But the truth was, he wasn’t wrong. I leaned back against the cold stone wall, trying to focus my thoughts.
Why had I brought her here? Pa
