Aria's POV
Peter didn't answer.
His eyes were unfocused, his scent muddled with stress, frustration, and a tint of fear.
My wolf bristled within me.
"Peter," I said softly,"maybe I could take a look?"
The old part of me, the lawyer I used to be, still lived inside my bones. And Peter… he had been my student, my shadow, my silent supporter. After everything he'd done for me and Lana, helping him felt like instinct, something I should do without thinking.
But he forced a smile, one that didn't reach his eyes."It's nothing."
I didn't believe him. Not even for a second.
I wanted to push, to demand answers, but he looked like one harsh word would crack him open, so I swallowed the worry clawing up my throat.
"Then go get some rest," I told him gently."I saw a few ingredients in the fr
