The morning after the party, the estate was still buzzing. Everyone was getting ready for Aria’s grand send-off.My father, Alistair, the Alpha himself, was personally loading Aria’s luggage.My mother, Isolde, leaned out a second-floor window and called out, "Aria! Do you have all five of your pack crests? Let me check again!"Aria rolled her eyes, clutching her favorite stuffed animal, and yelled back, "I have them, Mom! You've asked five times!" I stood in the shadows of the grand hall. Still a ghost.A faded backpack was slung over my shoulder. A battered canvas duffel sat at my feet.That was everything I was taking to New York.I stepped forward, trying to cut through the suffocating cheer, and said, "Dad, my flight is at four. Should I leave now?"Alistair waved a guard over to close the trunk, then shot me an annoyed look and said,"Can't you see I'm busy? Figure it out yourself."Isolde swept down the stairs in her heels, her eyes glancing coldly over my luggage as she spo
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