Aria’s heart pounded in her chest as she met the gaze of her attacker.

Pain wracked her body with every single breath she took, but she pushed the pain down. She couldn’t afford to have it distract her.

Not now, not when her instinct screamed at her to run. To move, to do something.

Because Aria knew something, deep in her heart.

She knew she was going to die if she didn’t find a way to stop the rampaging werewolf.

“Ronan,” she whispered,

He tilted his head as he ...