Aria blinked.

Before the sound of the commotion reached her, she had already noticed the change in the weave. Around her, thin strands snapped and reconnected – all right before the crash. Her eyes were already following the strands so she saw what happened faster than Lucien did.

The large man – a beta wolf judging from the size of his lycan form – had felt a hand scrape through his coat and, without stopping to think or to even check if he had been stolen from, the man had lost it.

As she watched all this happen, her pulse spiked and in moments, she was already stomping towards the...