Aria's POV
Julian's hand froze mid-air.
His eyes flared. His Alpha aura turned toxic with disbelief and wounded pride.
I didn't care.
I spun on my heel, ready to leave this pathetic trio behind.
“How dare you speak to me like that!” Julian barked with fury.
I could sense his wolf let out a sharp growl.
“Julian, please calm down. Aria is still recovering from her memory loss. She doesn't know what she's saying,” Kierra chimed in, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. “I'm sure she'll apologize to you after she gets better.”
No, I wouldn't.
I kept walking without looking back.
After making my way down the steep trail of the Lunar Altar, I caught a cab and headed straight to Elena's studio.
Elena's team narrowed down her options for the gala to three distinct gowns: a drama
