Aria. She was a slave, born as a slave, that was why she didn't have a last name, because just like any other slave, they didn't need that, since their status was even lower than the omegas in the pack. But now, she became an important figure once the Howling Wolf pack managed to free themselves from the slavery.
All of this was thanks to her relationship with the alpha.
People respected her for her loyalty toward the alpha and how close they were for the last three years. There was even a rumor that said that Aria was the woman, who encouraged the alpha for the coup, but that was simply too far fetched.
After all, it was only a rumor.
Aria stood haughtily in front of Iris. She lifted her chin, as if she came from a royal family, looking down on her subject. She was full of herself right now.
"Iris," Aria said her name with so much malice in her voice, as if a layer of venom spread over the tip of her tongue when she breathed out her name.
