Aria’s POV

The first thing I noticed was the silver covering the field, glowing softly like a dream of light. Flowers swayed in an unfamiliar rhythm, petals shimmering like moonlight in a gentle breeze. My chest tightened, hands trembled, and my body ached with fear and exhaustion. I stayed on the ground, breathing through the ache, letting the calm wash over me.

Then I remembered Damon. My heart lurched. My wolf stirred, restless. This glowing field wasn’t the battlefield or chaos of the ...