Aria’s POV

The sound of the alarm bells clung to my skin like cold rain.

Three short strikes. One long.

Even locked in this room, I understood what that signified—danger was near.

And Kael…

My heart raced, pounding in my throat. I moved away from the window, my fingers gripping the bedframe until my knuckles turned white.

Through the gap in the curtains, I had seen him—Kael—shift mid-step, his wolf charging into the courtyard as if the walls themselves couldn’t hold him back.

He was quick. Savage. Alive.

For now.

Something deep within me twisted. I reminded myself it was not my concern, that he had made it clear I...