Days passed since Lucian’s confession, but the truth still clawed at Aria’s mind. Her scent was powerful. Different. And it had drawn not only the wolves but Lucian himself.
Every interaction with him felt more intense, his gaze lingering on her like she was some riddle he was desperate to solve. But if he thought she’d sit idly by and wait for answers, he was wrong.
Aria had spent the last few days training harder than ever. Her body ached from the grueling sessions, but the pain was a welcome distraction from the questions burning in her mind. Lucian had kept his promise to stay close, his eyes constantly watching her, studying her like she might vanish if he looked away.
But the truth was, Aria was still running. Not from Lucian, but from herself. From her past. And she knew she coul
