Aria’s POV

The morning was cold, quiet, and still, almost as if the wind itself was hesitant to stir the trees. I found myself gazing out the window of my room, watching the frost gently cling to the glass as I tried to keep my mind from wandering to what today might bring. Damon’s command still lingered in my thoughts, a reminder of the uncertainties ahead.

“Pack your things. You’ll leave at dawn.”

No argument. No explanation. Just that.

I knew this moment was inevitable, and I ...