Rowan was crossing the training yard, reviewing patrol schedules in his head, when a voice slipped into his mind like a thread of silver light. Sounded like a wolf with Aria's voice, but it wasn’t her, she does not have a wolf.
“Alpha, I’m Nova, Aria’s wolf.”
He stopped mid-stride. His body went rigid. Varkos surged beneath his skin, ears pricked, golden eyes blazing. What was that?
“Her wolf, Varkos rumbled. It just spoke to us.”
Nova, Rowan breathed. The name he had saw in the scrolls. The White Wolf. Aria's wolf, it’s awake.
“We need to find her.” Varkos urged
Rowan didn't hesitate. He turned on his heel and strode toward the main house, his heart pounding. The bond pulsed in his chest, Aria's presence, warm and steady, but beneath it, he could feel something fierce had been awake
