The Shadow Mountain Pack's glowing eyes disappeared as quickly as they'd appeared, but their message was clear. War was coming.
Magnus barked orders at his guards while Seraphina tried to call other allied packs.
Everyone scattered except Aria, who stood frozen in the middle of her damaged room.
"Aria?" Caden touched her shoulder gently. "We should go."
She didn't move. Couldn't move. Everything she thought she knew had just exploded. Dorian wasn't her friend. He was Alpha Xavier Blackthorne's son. Her mother had promised her to him before she was born. Tomorrow night, someone would die fighting for her.
"This is all my fault," she whispered.
"No, it's not," Caleb said furiously. "Dorian made his choices. The Wraith made its decisions. None of this is on you."
"Isn't it?" Aria's voice cracked. "If I hadn't been born a Moon Wolf, none of this would have happened. Liana wouldn't be possessed. Dorian wouldn't be—"
