Aria's POV
My wolf growled low in my chest, a warning I couldn't ignore. I ducked my head, trying to hide from his line of sight, keeping Lana tucked tight against me.
Then my gaze shifted, and my chest tightened.
Peter was also here.
Why was he here… in the same place as Nathan?
A chill ran down my spine. My wolf bristled. Something was unfolding that I couldn't predict.
I hugged Lana tighter, her warmth grounding me, even as panic clawed at the edges of my mind.
And then my eyes darted to Peter's face. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson. His hands reached repeatedly for glass after glass.
This is outrageous. He couldn't drink. His allergy wasn't mild, it could have killed him.
A surge of dread twisted through me, claws sinking deep. My gaze flicked to Nathan. His expression was
