Aria's POV
The past week at Bloodmoon pack dragged on like an eternity, with West's absence hanging over me like a dark cloud. I was used to seeing him, if not daily, then at least every other day, but now it was as if he'd vanished into thin air. Rio's evasive answers only added to my growing unease, his words dripping with secrets and unspoken truths. Even our trip to the city, where I met his friends and saw him blend into the crowd as a university student, felt hollow without West by my side. But one thing remained constant – my refuge in West's room. I'd grown bolder, claiming his space as my own, and his clothes became my sleepwear of choice. The way his shirts enveloped me in his scent was a fleeting comfort, a reminder of what I had yet to find – him.
Thankfully, I succeeded in avoiding Willow, thoughts about her and her threats was like a sharp piercing to my heart,I wouldn't want to imagine what she had done with West, because the thoughts alone gnaw at me, and I felt a sen
