ELENA POV

The moment Kael stormed out with Aria in his arms, the packhouse walls seemed to tremble with the echo of his fury. His accusations still clung to the air like smoke after fire, sharp and choking. My skin burned, not from guilt,because I had nothing to do with Aria’s sudden collapse,but from the sting of his words, the sharp bite of his gaze when he turned it on me.

As if I could ever want harm for her.

I stood in the middle of the hall, arms wrapped around myself, fury simmering beneath my ribs. The pack workers had scattered back to their duties, pretending to wipe floors...