Aria’s POV
The air was dense, pressing down on me like it knew something terrible was coming. My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear the world around me—barely hear the faint rustle of leaves or the distant call of a bird. The sounds were muffled, dulled by the weight of my thoughts and the overwhelming pull of him.
Selene was pacing, restless and furious in the back of my mind. She was growling at me, at the pack, at everything, but she wasn’t helping. If anything, she was making it worse. My own thoughts felt like a storm, crashing over each other, filled with questions I couldn’t begin to answer.
Why didn’t anyone tell me?
Did the pack know all along?
Is that why I never truly belonged?
And beneath it all, there was the pull.
I hated it, hated myself for feeling it,
