Aria’s POV

The murmurs were always before daylight.

Little, keen, passed along the passageways like poison in the air.

"She's bewitched the Alpha."

“He does not even glance at anybody anymore.”

“She is too dangerous... she is not one of us.”

I told myself not to listen. The fact that their words were merely noise. However many times I said it, the sting never wore off. It was one as at Silvermoon - the same sadistic laughter, the same glares that gazed through me as though I were ...