The words continued to echo in Aria’s mind.
“Return the daughter of the Moon, or watch the Lycan Kingdom burn.”
She stood frozen at the entrance of the palace, surrounded by warriors who were ready for war.
Everyone was looking at her.
Not with hatred.
Not with disrespect.
But with fear.
And that fear bothered her more than anything.
Because deep down, Aria understood why.
Ever since she arrived, every secret had pointed back to one thing.
Her.
The attacks.
The prophecy.
The ancient bloodline.
The enemies.
Everything was connected to her existence.
“I should leave.”
The words escaped before she could stop them.
Kael immediately turned toward her.
“What did you say?”
Aria looked at him.
“If they want me, then I should go.”
The people around them became silent.
Kael’s
