Aria's POV
The Nightfall Pack's celebration was the last place I wanted to be. Only hours after facing Mara and discovering Elena was alive, Rowan had announced a feast to "welcome" my father. As if we were honored guests instead of prisoners.
"You need to eat something," Dad whispered, pushing a plate toward me.
The Great Hall buzzed with activity around us, pack members laughing and drinking as if nothing was wrong.
I pushed the food away. "How can you act so normal? Elena is alive and being controlled by a witch who wants to use us in some ritual tonight."
Dad's eyes darted nervously to where Rowan sat at the head table, Lyra draped possessively over him. "Keep your voice down. We need time to plan."
The mark on my chest burned beneath my dress. Since it had appeared, my wolf felt closer to the surface than ever, restless and angry.
Caleb slipped into the seat beside me. "The pack borders are heavily guarded," he murmured. "And I've been ordered to stay away from you."
