Aria’s POV

The morning started like any other...quiet, perhaps a little too quiet. That kind of silence that feels peaceful but somehow isn't. The Winchester pack was finally starting to heal. The air was filled with the fresh scent of rain and pine as the wolves trained in the courtyard below. Yet, even with sunlight streaming through the window, a strange heaviness still hung in the air.

I sensed it before I even saw it...the shivery feeling that ran up my spine whenever danger was close. ...