Aerion
I was looking forward to seeing Jack. I knew he would be the voice I needed, whether it was a dose of reason or a nudge toward recklessness.
Jack never held back the truth and right now, I could use that.
I had been fighting through pack politics, my stepmother’s endless demands, and the whole mess with Rose for way too long. Just thinking about it all made me crave some straightforward advice from the one person who truly knew me.
A smirk crossed my face as I thought about the weekend. I had stepped into Arya’s dreams again. It was becoming a habit I couldn’t break, it was addictive. In real life, she had her walls all up but in her dreams I was in charge, and it made things easier.
One thing that had stuck with me from her dreams was her scar. I couldn’t help but wonder ho
