Chapter 33

Aria’s POV

Werewolf alphas are special. They have this extraordinary ability to impose their authority on other werewolves using their auras. Some say it has something to do with our genes, but some say it was supernatural in origin. Regardless of who or how they were able to have this gift, one this remains. Once they use this on you, you can’t do anything but submit!

My wolf cowered in fear. I could see her curled up into a ball while covering her eyes in the back of my mind. I always thought that this special ability would only work specifically to pack members. Technically, I wasn’t part of Darkwood. And yet here I was with tensed muscles and an accelerated breathing rate.

“You think you’re the only one who was affected by Peter’s passing? What about us? Do you think we didn’t grieve for him? I had known him for fifteen years, Aria! Fifteen years!”

Nixon looked sideways while Luna Sheila bowed her head. At this point, I wished I had not uttered those words but it was too late