Rose’s POV:

Just like Aria, Rose woke up with her instincts screaming at her.

It wasn’t the gentle sort of push that she was used to. No, this one was wild and primal, it came like a fisherman’s hook, piercing through her heart and dragging it out.

When she woke up, she was breathless, and slightly pissed off.

Because, unlike Aria, she knew exactly what the pull intended for her to know.

And, it was about Aria.

She wrapped her fingers around her quilt as she tried to ...