My breath caught in my throat as I crouched low behind the dense underbrush, the forest's damp earth pressing against my palms. My amber eyes narrowed, tracking every movement on the training grounds before me. The scents of Bloodmoon territory swirled in the air—pine, damp soil, and the faint musk of wolves in motion. It was foreign and familiar all at once, but my focus wasn’t on the pack or their routines.
It was on her.
Aria.
If I hadn’t seen her with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. There she was, the frail, broken omega I had known back in Silverclaw. But the woman standing before me wasn’t the same beaten-down girl who had skittered through the halls, avoiding everyone’s gaze.
No, this Aria held herself differently. Her movements were stiff and uncertain, sure, but ther
