ARIA’S POV

I didn’t waste a second—one last glance at Liam, and I bolted for the door. My legs felt like jelly, but I forced them to move. The moment I stepped outside, the cold night air hit me, easing some of the tension coiling inside. With a sharp exhale, I pushed onward, out of the pack house. And yes, I was escaping in nothing but my ropes and underwear. The grand plan of slipping into a flowing princess gown had gone completely out the window.

Few people were outside, which was ...