Aria frowned,

The weavers had regrouped.

They were no longer just content to flank her.

No, this time they were doing something entirely different. Something she never knew was possible.

She had not intended to kill the other weaver, especially as she knew that the lead weaver was Rose’s mother. But things had happened, and she wasn’t going to say she regretted it.

No one was going to take her away from her mate. No one.

The two weavers met, held hands and the strands of ...