Aria
“Do you, Aria, vow to never speak of the pack lands or the existence of werewolves to any human, for as long as you live?”
I opened my mouth to respond to the elder’s words, to make the vow, but I… couldn’t. I froze.
Every gaze in the room was fixed on me, every pair of eyes judging me, waiting for my inevitable downfall. My heart thudded in my chest, and I could feel the first beads of sweat beginning to form on my palms.
Could I really do this?
I glanced nervously around the room, unsure of what to do or what to say. The room felt suffocating with all those hateful eyes on me, and I could feel my earlier courage beginning to falter.
And most of all, my throat tightened as I thought of Bella.
Would this mean never being able to tell my best friend the t
