ARIA'S POV.
I wasn’t even sure why I was going to him. Maybe it was the weight of his stare that I felt burning into my back when I’d been with Hannah. Or maybe it was because deep down I was still upset about what he had pulled earlier, deciding my fate without a single word of consent.
I had already agreed to the job. Not because I was happy about it, but because it was a way out. If working in this pack house was the price to save enough to leave—to start fresh somewhere far away, somewhere I could bury every memory of Blood Moon and Night Fang—then I would pay it.
But that didn’t mean I would stay silent. I still wished to give him a piece of my mind, even if nothing else. Even if that was all I could afford now.
My anger grew with every step I took toward him, all the anger and fi
