Kael pov

I walked out of the dining hall with a tight jaw and a storm in my head. Aria sat there acting like she had nothing to hide, yet her every move screamed secrets. The way her hands trembled on the table, the way her eyes refused to meet mine, the way her voice caught when she denied Elena’s words—it all stuck with me like burrs under my skin. I couldn’t sit there any longer. I needed to breathe, to think, to rage if I had to.

The corridors of the pack house were quiet, but my thoughts were anything but. My wolf paced, snarling inside me, demanding answers....