Aria's POV
Julian's name flared brightly on the screen.
Ever since I walked out of that hospital room, I had never contacted him again.
My wolf bared her fangs in my mind, giving a resentful growl.
My pheromones spiked into a bitter chill.
Without hesitation, I slid my thumb across the glass and hung up.
Whatever he wanted to say to me, I had zero interest in hearing it.
An hour later, I wrapped up my work and stepped out of the Silver Star Studio building.
As I stepped out of the gate, I noticed a dense crowd gathered near the curb, whispering and pointing.
Parked directly under the streetlights was a sleek, jet-black Rolls-Royce.
My heart skipped a beat.
The heavy, oppressive scent of bitter charcoal and smoke drifted through the air, suffocating the natural smells of the
