Kael’s POV

I was halfway down the hall when something inside me snapped tight, like a string pulled too hard. It was her scent,faint, fading, wrong. Aria’s scent had always been steady, a balm to my restless wolf, but now it was breaking apart, laced with something sour, something that screamed danger.

I didn’t think so. I ran.

The door to her room wasn’t even locked. I pushed it open, my chest pounding, and froze at the sight that gutted me.

Aria lay crumpled on the bed, her hair tangled across her face, her body limp. Her skin was pale, lips trembling as if even breathing was a battle. The...