ARIA'S POV
The house was quiet, and not even the rustle of trees outside or the howl of a distant wolf could break the stillness pressing into my chest.
I stepped out,and walked towards the Northern Border which was a bruised canvas of deep purple and red, and I could feel something dreadful in the air. I didn't have to wait long before one of the scouts sprinted into the camp, breathless, his chest heaving.
"We found something."
He held out a thick bundle wrapped in blood-soaked cloth.
I stepped closer, my stomach twisting in horror. Draven pulled it open for me.
My breath hitched.
It was a wolf's pelt. Freshly skinned.
The black fur was unmistakable—Kael's second-in-command.
Tied around it was a bone pendant, the kind only Jaxon's rogues wore around their necks and arms.
Draven's jaw tensed, and his hands clenched until the veins in his arms bulged. "Damn it," he growled.
"He did this, I can feel it," I whispered, my voice barely carrying past my lips.
