Aria’s POV

Three months had passed since Hope saved Damon's life, and the world had changed in ways I never imagined possible.

I stood at the window of our bedroom, watching as wolves and humans worked side by side in the clearing below. They were building something together, a meeting hall that would serve as neutral ground for both races. The sight should have filled me with pride, and it did, but beneath it lay a worry I couldn't shake.

"You're thinking too loud again," Damon said from ...