Aria's POV
Aria was slumped over a table in the same hotel as I was, barely conscious, clutching the little girl protectively against her. Even half-fainted, her wolf instincts were stronger than that of most people I'd ever known.
The little baby whimpered, her big eyes swimming with fear. Aria didn't react at all.
My pulse spiked. I stepped closer and reached toward her forehead—
I had barely even touch her but heat hit me like a blast of fire. She was burning up.
My wolf snarled in alarm.
I straightened instantly, shock tightening my chest. I brushed her hair aside, and when I saw her flushed cheeks and parted lips…
A memory slammed into me.
That night over one year ago when I had slept with her for the first and only time.
My jaw clenched and I pushed the thought away, focusin
