Aria’s POV

The air was thick in the morning, filled with the scent of wild roses and promise of the Blood Moon. Even the sky seemed different - bruised red at the rim, in disquiet. Wolves spoke of the Blood Moon as a time when the primal side of wolves overtook their rational side, and when even the most powerful Alpha has no control. I told myself I wasn't afraid. But underneath, I was terrified - of what my body did every time Damon was near.

The Winchester warriors were sparring ...