Aria POV
The sunlight filtered in, slicing thin gold lines through the curtains and across my face. It took me a moment to remember where I was.
And what I had seen.
I sat up slowly, the weight of the vision still pressing against my ribs like something physical. I hadn’t dreamed it. I hadn’t imagined Victor’s voice or the blood on Luca’s chest or the emptiness that followed. That was the future. Or… it could be.
I ran a hand through my hair and let my feet find the cold floor. Luca had said we’d talk today—in the war room. I didn’t know what that meant for the pack or for me. But I knew one thing: if there was even a chance I could stop that future from happening, I’d do whatever it took.
The halls of the packhouse were unusually quiet as I made my way through them. Like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something to crack. Warriors passed me with nods, their faces grim, their bodies tense. The air buzzed with the memory of yesterday’s clash and the fear of whatever cam
