Aria’s POV

The wind cut across the training field like a warning...cold enough to sting my cheeks, sharp enough to remind me I still had a body capable of fear. My cloak snapped behind me as if trying to pull me back. For a heartbeat, I almost let it.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not leading. Not commanding. Not standing in front of wolves who’d been raised to believe someone like me should keep her head down and her voice quiet.

But the wolves ahead weren’t enemies anymore. Not ...