Aria’s POV

I froze. My hand was still on the cafeteria door, my mind doing that panicked thing where it short-circuits completely. Caspian Stormbane. Standing there, arms crossed, that smug, untouchable look plastered on his face, like he could see every secret I had and still laugh at me. And he was asking me… what pack I was from.

Pack? Pack. Pack. My brain sputtered. I blinked a few times, trying to remember. Wait—my mother’s words… Silverclaw… Yes, ...