(Sarah's POV)The silence in the car was heavy. My hands gripped the steering wheel, fingers twitching as my claws threatened to extend. Aria sat beside me, her head leaning back against the seat. She was pale, her violet eyes half-closed as though the weight of our earlier conversation had drained her completely.The Shadow King. Night Color Hotel. The terrifying implications of his obsession with her played on a loop in my head.I tightened my grip on the wheel, the leather creaking under the pressure.“Next time we see him,” I said, my voice low but seething, “we’re bringing wolfsbane weapons. And we’re not going unprepared.”Aria shifted, the heaviness in her gaze lifting slightly as she turned her head to look at me. She didn’t speak right away, and for a moment, I thought she might agree.Instead, she let out a soft sigh and said, “Sarah, focus on driving. Your wolf’s anger is too strong right now. You’re holding the wheel like it’s a Hunter Pack wolf.”Her tone was calm,
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