Aria's POV
My mouth opened, but nothing came out. My head buzzed like a swarm of angry bees. My wolf let out a low, distressed whine inside me. This house… this was the first real home Lana and I had had in a while. The first place where we didn't sleep with shoes by the door in case we needed to run.
And now—
Now we were losing it.
Because of me.
Peter was in this mess because of me. How could I possibly tell him not to sell? What right did I have?
My savings… my grandmother's inheritance… everything felt like sand slipping through my fingers.
He must've seen my guilt written plainly on my face. Peter reached out and gently patted my shoulder, his touch warm and soothing to my wolf.
"It's alright," he said quietly."The house might be old, but it's a well-decorated little villa, an
