Aria's POV

Winchester pack house was not at all the Silvermoon grounds I was growing up in. It was bigger losing walls of marble, high windows which flung the moonlight back like mirrors, and guards at every turn. Yet behind the beauty, I was experiencing the same feeling that I had always felt in my old home. Alone.

I remained because I had no other places to go. Not because I wanted to.

Damon had already seen to that on the very first day I was here, he did not chain me, did not take me ...