ARIA POINT OF VIEW.

By the time we reached Riven’s pack, my legs ached and my mind felt heavy. The woods had been long and quiet, and I was grateful when the tall gates finally came into view.

Unlike the other packs I had visited, this place felt calm the moment I stepped into it.

There was no sharp cold like Lucian’s land, no dark weight like Damon’s. Just a steady feeling, like the pack itself was breathing slowly.

Riven was already waiting near the entrance.

He wasn’t ...