A thin voice in my head insisted I did.
*You can step out of the triangle. Focus on yourself. On the witch. On breaking the web.*
Easier imagined than lived.
A knock sounded at my door.
I almost flung the note under the bed in panic.
Instead, I folded it quickly and slipped it into the hidden pocket sewn into my sleeve.
“Come in,” I called, praying my voice didn’t sound as guilty as I felt.
Elena slipped in, clutching a folded shawl.
Her eyes looked even more hollow today, dark shadows deepened by worry.
“Aria,” she said. “I… heard you were training with the Alpha. In the dirt. In front of everyone.”
Of course, the gossip had reached her.
“In front of half the pack, yes,” I said. “I’d rather they see their Luna can fall and get back up than keep imagining I break when someone lo
