Aria didn’t move.

Her body felt rooted to the ground, her wolf frozen in shock. Her silver-glowing eyes stared at the figure in the doorway—the girl with long blonde hair, trembling lips, and wide, tearful eyes.

“Elena?” Aria’s voice cracked like dry wood.

The girl nodded. “It’s me.”

Silence pressed down on the room like a heavy snowfall. Caleb stood at Aria’s side, mouth open in disbelief. Rowan tensed beside the cracked fireplace, hand already drifting toward the dagger at ...