~Aria~

“Damon was scratched by one of the rogues,” I mumbled to myself worriedly.

“Okay. I think you should knock now,” Beatrice said, obviously tired of my pacing.

I sighed and stared at the healing balm in my palms.

“Don't worry, I already checked. Lady Bertha is in her chambers, meaning the Alpha is alone,” she added as if she read my mind.

The memories of the events at the forest flashed in my head. All over again, I saw Damon landing in the midst of the rogues in his wolf form. His feral growl and the way my wolf leapt with excitement.

My chest tightened as I felt my...