Aria didn’t stop walking.

Ronan, his face drained of all color, stumbled backwards, his breath was rough, and his eyes darted around the clearing like a rat caught in a trap. He tried to stand up, but once again, he fell back to the ground.

His eyes grew wide with shock as Aria walked closer. He thought she was coming for him.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Aria didn’t even glance his way, she walked past his trembling body on the floor and then moved through the line of Thorne wolves like they weren’t there at all. Even though she was at least a couple of feet away from...