Thorne Point Of View.

“Hell no!”

I didn’t sleep that night.

Every time I closed my eyes, Aria was there, standing in the fire again, her hair like molten light, her eyes fixed on mine.

The dream was always the same, flames rising, voices whispering, Lunar Flame, and the Alpha’s bond.

Then she’d reach out, and I had wake with my heart pounding like I’d been running through battle.

“You know why you keep seeing her,” Alex murmured somewhere in the back of my mind.

I ...